A Glimpse of Starlight

As promised, our song.

We were beautiful,

Resplendent and shining with grace

We were glorious,

Gleaming with light from His face

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He talked with us;

We saw His eyes, heard His voice

He walked with us;

We could not fail to rejoice

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We lived in paradise,

In a lush panorama of light

We lived in a garden,

Pure splendor filling our sight

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Now look where we are!

We have fallen so low!

Can we regain what we lost

In those years long ago?

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We are deformed,

Bound by these bodies that break and decay

We are filthy,

Stained, tarnished, crumbling like clay

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He is far from us;

Our sweet talks gone, we wander alone

We are far from Him;

His presence is veiled, we are so far from home

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We live in death,

Constantly confronted by deepening night

We live in darkness—

Oh, the agony of losing His light!

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In our folly we listened

As the Enemy spoke

Oh the pain! Oh the tears!

Is there now any hope?

This is actually incomplete—there is an answer to the question at the end—and maybe I’ll finish it someday, with another poem. Until then, read the last few stanzas of Song of the Noldor and know that they are true for us, too.