I walked in darkness. Many a lonely mile, my eyes and footsteps hesitant and blind. I sought a kindly light I did not find in land or ocean, asking all the while if lightless lives are taken in exchange for light eternal; still the shades of sight would whisper, "Even I shall see the light!" I never thought the light would look so strange. Not in a temple, echoing and awed, Nor in a palace, glistening and grand, Nor in my home, nor any friendly land. But distant, dirty, in a shed abroad, I met a maiden bloody from a birth and in her arms, the light of all the earth.