A lesson of light

That we may know the Maker

And make light within

Three holy makings

Formed of sand, heated by sun

The Great Maker's gifts

Gifted from the start

When this world was freshly formed

And none were elders

With these three we see

We let light pass, we move light

Shape light to our needs

For the Great Maker sees all

Through the Maker's gifts we see

To see is to know

We must see ourselves

As the Maker sees we are

But we see through glass

The glass shapes the light

And the glass softens the light

And glass reflects light

These are the three gifts

Window and mirror and lens

Bringing light to us

All light is given

That we may see, know, and live

And reflect light back

We own not this world

All is of the Great Maker

We own not ourselves

Our faces reflect

The face of the Great maker

And his reflects ours

The eyes are the light

Letting us see purity

Saving us from dark

We need eyes to see

To see not is to know not

And to fall from light

Eyes are our windows

Letting the Maker light up

Our homes and our deeds

Let the light inside

Inside your mind and your home

Or else fall to dark

The mirror lets us

See where we else might not see

And send light around

With the mirror's help

We can put house upon house

And have light for all

With many mirrors

We multiply the sun's heat

So metal may melt

With many mirrors

We multiply the sun's heat

So water bubbles

By lens we may see

Things great and small, near and far

As the Maker sees

By lens we may see

The smallest imperfection

Or greatest wonder

By lens we must see

How great a world we live in

And how small we are

By lens we must see

The tiniest motes of life

And how great we are

By lens we may see

Better than we could without

As our eyes fail us

By lens we may see

Distant stars and distant worlds

Which are not our own

For this world alone

Was made for us to live on

And go not to war

Thus ends the lesson

Remember the Maker's gifts

And the warnings

But lessons are not

Enough to satisfy the

Seeker of knowledge

The seeker must know

Not just what is said to be

But what truly is

Knowledge comes from sight

Hearing brings only belief

Unless there is trust

Why should the learner

Trust those who restrict teaching

From half those who seek?

Should not all seek truth

To better know what is light

And see it with eyes?

To hear is only

An echo of true knowing

A shadow of light

So the seeker seeks

And so the seeker must sneak

To peak through the gates

Why is truth gated?

The Great Makers light should be

Visible to all

The seeker's mind is

More than enough to handle

Knowledge kept from her

Why exclude any

Who wish to seek out all truth

Because of their birth?

The seeker will not

Be held back by any rule

Knowledge rules all rules

Any mind can learn

Even when attached to a

Body that can bear

Why should the gift of

Bringing forth new life reduce

How much can be learned?

Did not the Maker

Bring forth all life on this world

From the Maker's light?

Is not the Maker

The one who knows all knowledge

And untold secrets?

So the seeker must

Reflect the image of the

Great Maker who sees

So the seeker must

Go forth and investigate

To see what is so

And the seeker will

See what exists in the world

Not just inside books

Forrester's Crossing

Not the best place to look from

But still good enough

Forrester's Crossing

Lacks the best facility

The prime is Yuffin

On a moonlit night

Seeker's seventeenth summer

Darkness is held back

On a moonlit night

There is no reason to fear

The shadow terrors

On this moonlit night

The seeker slipped from the house

To the place of stars

From here we look up

See through lenses and mirrors

Window to night sky

Here we track motion

Paths of the wandering stars

Whether fast or slow

Here is a refuge

To look into the night sky

Surrounded by dark

A place of honour

A place of higher learning

A place for old men

The seeker is not

Welcome to enter this place

Not at any time

The seeker is not

Held back by the restriction

Knowledge must be found

The seeker must not

Be caught lurking in this place

Punishment is dire

With most silent steps

The seeker departs from home

Path lit by the moon

With most shallow breaths

The seeker looks in sheer awe

At the instruments

Tools of looking far

Reserved for those the clerics

Deem to be worthy

The seeker cares not

For approval of body

Only growth of mind

The seeker climbs up

Seeking the higher learning

Waiting up the rungs

Climb up the ladder

Ascend into the heavens

Eyepiece pierces sky

Look into a world

A new world of distant light

Eyepiece brings it close

The stars still too far

Only seen as distant dots

No visible size

The fast stars flash by

Near to earth but miniscule

Gone in five minutes

Finding wanderers

Takes much careful adjustment

But a sound startles

The seeker freezes

Must not be heard or seen here

Must get out with stealth

Need to get out now

Need to get down the ladder

Hurry in panic

Startled at worst time

A poor grip and loose footing

History repeats

Wake on ground in pain

Expecting to face judgement

A cleric looks down

Familiar face

Familiar grin and wink

Offers secrecy

Familiar face

Familiar excuses

Minimising crime

The seeker walks home

Trembling from the close escape

Expected judgement

The seeker must change

Knowledge is not worth the risks

Loss of home or life

The seeker has seen

Enough to satisfy the

Need to understand

Sleep comes to body

Wounds will fade as time passes

Though they are deserved

Sleep comes to body

While the sleeper dreams of pain

The seeker still thinks

The seeker sleeps not

So much knowledge to process

New patterns to find

A new day will come

A day of dark and judgement

Wake on ground on pain