As a password, and the song is like
A staff that points downwards,
For nothing is ordinary. It awakens
The dead, who aren't yet corrupted.
And many are waiting whose eyes are
Still too shy to see the light directly.
They wouldn't do well in the sharp
Radiance: a bridle of gold
Holds back their courage.
But when quiet radiance falls
From the holy scripture, with
The world forgotten and their eyes
Wide open, then they may enjoy that grace,
And study the light in stillness.
And if the gods love me,
As I now believe,
Then how much more
Do they love yourself.
For I know that the will
Of the eternal Father
Means much to you.
Under a thundering sky
His signs are quietly given.
And there is one who stands
Beneath it His entire life.
For Christ still lives.
But the heroes, all His sons
And the holy scriptures
Have come from Him,
While earth's deeds explain
The lightning up till now,
An unending race.
And He is present too,
Aware of His own works
From the very beginning.
Hoelderlin, The God is near, and hard to grasp
