In the silent glow of yesteryear I

Know that you are fading.

The one who lost it,

Brought it all

Down—but all your failings

Aren’t nearly enough

For the God of unrestrained yearnings

And ever-renewed mercies

To overlook a sin-filled mess like me,

And now I know:

He is greater than self-hate

Than a history of sin

Than the whispers of an unseen enemy.

I die to self and live anew

And I will not be alone.

I have always known the sunset sky is the land of upside-down.

Gilt-edged continents slowly drift

In a sea of changing fire;

The light laps at their shores

And pools in purple hollows.

A map charted with G-d’s own hand—

Can you see, in the distant gold of liquid light,

A small ship sailing on and on

Speeding toward the sun.