It was real
The shining on his face
When he came down from the mountain
That was no illusion
No one could look at it
It was real
And it faded
Both are true
And you must hold both
At once
Real
And passing
Glorious
And not built to stay
Shine is no proof of duration
Even the real can fade
The question is never only
Does it shine?
The question is
Does it still shine
When you come back?
Not less than back then
More
So much more
That the former
Does not even glimmer beside it
Like a candle at noon
No one blames the candle
It carried the night
But whoever defends the candle
In broad daylight
Did not love the candle
He loved the night
Shine is no proof of duration
Even the real can fade
The question is never only
Does it shine?
The question is
Does it still shine
When you come back?
What came with glory
And passed
Has done its service
What remains
Needs no comparison
It remains
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