Today's the most momentous day: it's so bright.
It's been described in a thousand books.
Heaven's to the left, void is to the right,
Between these two I'm walking on a wire, look!
What I sang before remains in the past.
In white silence: just white fields and the sky.
[There's] nothing to desire, for I am free at last.
Greetings, this is I.
Holy Lord, I'm yours, I am yours alone.
No one [is] in here with me except Thee.
Let them take whatever they want to own,
For I just want to Thee, to Thy Light I flee.