Sanctuary Tree

I composed The Age of Bewilderment. It was my attempt at giving an expression to a series of extreme tension, agony, sadness and despair—above all, it was about the time when I came to know about my vulnerability before God. One day I saw a strange tree—short and bleached one with a big trunk bare of bark. New shoots were still sprouted from the top of the three. The tree was shrouded in the depths of a large meadow and still oozed sacredness. It could have been another wilting tree, but, in my eyes, it was different. I believed the sacredness of the tree could make the bewilderment vanish. My emotions, tensions, emptiness and fears are embodied in The Age of Bewilderment, and most of all, in my hope that a new shoot can sprout from a dying tree.