In every thing, unseen, unheard
you are the presence and the Word
In every place, unheard, unseen,
you are the staff on which I lean.
You are the vital force behind
the realms of matter, life and mind.
I muse amazed I must confess
when I see more emerge from less;
or when the whole, revealed, displayed,
outshines the parts of which it’s made.
I marvel that a seed can be
the author of an arching tree;
that words when suitably combined
can fill the corners of the mind
with meaning so profound and bright,
they flood with light the darkest night;
that time, the brutal bane of dreams,
is not the tyrant that it seems
for in each instant we can see,
sly glimpses of eternity.
When I am standing on my own
and feel that I am most alone,
when I with pain and fear contend
you comfort me, my closest friend.
In moments when I understand
you welcome me; you take my hand
and offer me the simple key
that explicates life’s mystery.
The love we have now in this place
is not a thing of time and space
and will endure and thrive for long,
long after now and here are gone.
All that is good that we create
transcends with ease the temporal state.
Goodness and love, closely entwined
conjoin with the eternal mind.
In love and goodness, and with grace,
we find our final resting place.
No fear, no doubt, no mental strife,
these truths are what make sense of life.