Ariadne

“I give you the end of a golden string” - Blake


You placed a golden string within my hand

And set me, unaware, in this life’s maze

to find, through labyrinth, the way you planned.


In all the twists and turns of life’s demand

You drew me on, reminding me always:

You placed a golden string within my hand.


With wilful mind I dallied while the sand

of time marked out my ever shortening days,

to find, through labyrinth, the way you planned.


I prayed to have the grace to understand

the meaning which this mystery conveys:

You placed a golden string within my hand.


And winding it, I rolled the single strand

into a golden ball, where marked the place

to find through labyrinth the way you planned.


And there stood Love the aureate One whose hand

first plucked the golden cord. This hymn I raise:

You placed a golden string into my hand

to find, through labyrinth the way you planned.