The morning has nothing to fear from the night      Reaching the monastery of St Catherine   The burning bush where Moses spoke with his God   The chamber of skulls of the monks, they who had gone before   The library of early Christian texts and the pathway of repentance   Steps cut into rock by monks so they could   Climb to the peak and commune with their God      As I climb the long pathway of repentance myself   Towards the peak of Sinai in the still dark hours of the morn   I yearn for the daylight which will tame my hesitations      My soul had hungered for the truth throughout this aching quest   And as I watched the sun rise over Sinai for the first time in my whole life   I realised it shed its light not only on the earth   But also on the darkness of my aged heart within   Now was the time to shine