In the greatness of the sea
All waves find home....
THE HOLY ONE
Yea, verily; and the deep
Lies not far off. I am drawn nearer it
Since last you came: I see its floods more clear,
It laves me daily.... But what brings you back
To my deserted dwelling from the press
Where you are ever going to and fro
Upon the earth?
SATAN
I came to seek for you,
Whose feet are on the path of blessedness.
THE HOLY ONE
Ah, has illusion rent itself in twain
For your sight also?
SATAN
Ask me not. I come
Not on my mission, but on theirs....
THE HOLY ONE