Atween the world o' licht
And the world that is to be
A man wi' unco sicht
Sees whaur he canna see:
Gangs whaur he canna walk:
Recks whaur he canna read:
Hauds what he canna tak:
Mells wi' the unborn dead.
Atween the world o' licht
And the world that is to be
A man wi' unco sicht
Monie a saul maun see:
Sauls that are stark and nesh:
Sauls that wud dree the day:
Sauls that are fain for flesh
But canna win the wey.
Hae ye the unco sicht
That sees atween and atween
This world that lowes in licht:
Yon world that hasna been?
It is owre late for fear,
Owre early for disclaim;
Whan ye come hameless here
And ken ye are at hame.
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Comments2This piece just evokes strong emotions. Really makes you think about lifebetwen two worlds, our existence now, and the great unknown that lies ahead. Its a bit eery, grappling with existential thoughs, yet also gives a sense of understanding oursleves, deep stuff.
Messed around and stumbled upon this piece again. Real blast from the past, reminded me of when I was a youngster reading it. The phrase "This world that lowes in licht:" just gets to me somehow, dunno why. Lots of layers to unravel here, and that's what I like about it. Can come back to it but still feels unexplored. Deserves more attention IMO.