Classic Poem

Tell me, O God, is this the way,
The path my feet must take?
Around my feet Thy lightnings play
And Earth's foundations shake—
The fragile framework of my life
Is shaken to and fro,
The winds are cutting like a knife
Whichever way I go!

Too many tongues are calling me,
Too loud the singers sing!
What fate is this befalling me?
Thy bells too loudly ring!
My castles crumble one by one,
Bright bubbles soar and break,
Strange figures standing in the Sun
Cry to my soul—Awake!

I hear them and I answer—Yes.
I try to lift my eyes,
To find in all this wilderness
One truth that signifies.
Reach me Thy hand, most holy One,
I am too blind to see,
Through midnight or the blazing noon,
My God, remember me!

Tell me, O God, is this the way,
The path my feet must take?
Around my feet Thy lightnings play
And Earth's foundations shake—
The fragile framework of my life
Is shaken to and fro,
The winds are cutting like a knife
Whichever way I go!

Too many tongues are calling me,
Too loud the singers sing!
What fate is this befalling me?
Thy bells too loudly ring!
My castles crumble one by one,
Bright bubbles soar and break,
Strange figures standing in the Sun
Cry to my soul—Awake!

I hear them and I answer—Yes.
I try to lift my eyes,
To find in all this wilderness
One truth that signifies.
Reach me Thy hand, most holy One,
I am too blind to see,
Through midnight or the blazing noon,
My God, remember me!