19
words are crude and
my mind is misty:
time stopped
and space expanded,
silent entrancing
communion...
wisdom like wind,
you can't hold it,
but you can feel it,
unfathomable,
stirring something deep,
like the moon
pulling the ocean,
irresistible...
I stumble and trip
how can I be worthy,
your pure love
melts my ego,
touching the jewel
hidden in mortal form
with the rays
of your heavenly light...
my sorrows and pleasures
are passing waves,
clouds that obscure
your steady light...
you know me
better than I myself
and still love me
unconditionally...
lost in the folly
of this life's drama,
what can I seek
or release,
to find the favor
of your grace:
that priceless treasure
that time can't erase..