Cartesian hymns, here and now
Have gradually lost their anchor
The heart of us is lost at sea
Nowhere floating, wandering.
We find islands, foundations!
We no longer fear to tread
Beyond horizons, far beyond
Mouth to hand we fed.
We built our house upon a rock
Proud we were to stand!
But sorrow came as we found
It was not rock, but sand.
So we slumped to the water from which we came
To float ’til we could see
Another island – firm foundation!
The essence, the truth, the key!
But it never came, we never saw
The rock on which we could build
So we settled there, in the sea –
until our lungs were filled.
The self is lost in the living stone
But your identity found in love
No island can truly satisfy
The longing found in the above.