tongue-tied, unsure, beneath a foreign sky;
strangers abroad; familiar landmarks gone;
aware long-cherished rules do not apply.
What fervent prayers will lure God to our side?
What meditations make the path more clear?
What sage or saint will be our trusted guide?
What labours guarantee success? None here.
Weaned from the milk and honey of the earth,
far from the pastures green of fleeting rest,
defenceless, yielding to this strange new birth,
as helpless babes we suckle at God’s breast.
This strange new world may seem as dark as night
until our eyes accustom to the light.
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