Naked, you walk along the beach, each step

Crushing countless shells- fragile world now gone.

Streams of salt, exhausted by constant pounding,

Now edge away into the small flicker of light remaining.

Mornie utúlië- unfamiliarity sets in, dragging with it

Shadows, you can no longer see your way here.

Darkness takes hold, sliding effortlessly round you,

Constricting and squeezing in this lonely existence.

What can you do? You have nothing.

Nothing? Not quite, you feel the small object in your hand,

The sharp edges pressing into the flesh, such power, so tiny;

Your fingers gently move around it, caressing its form.

Now you use it at last, praying it’ll work you trust in its power.

The cross never fails, it was then that God carried me.