TRACES OF THE INFINITE

Was that a shooting star I saw
There on the horizon
Or a momentary glimpse
Of the sweeping hand of God,
Leaving in its wake
Traces of the infinite?

Sometimes I think I see
That same hand at work
Within our lives
When doubt grows into faith
And blossoms into love,
Leaving trails of stardust
In our hearts.


BY WHAT GRACE

Who is it that wanders thus
Through flower-strewn fields
And star-lit skies?
What silent majesty doth stand
In ageless peaks
Where grandeur hides
In towering trees
That watch the ages
Come and go?
Whose mighty power
Imbues the seas
With universes yet unknown
By mortal man?
By what grace does intellect
Allow the soul to ponder thus,
Or love to soar
And soaring, free
The sacred soul
From mortal dust?


WHAT SWEET JOY IS THIS

Tell me now -
Can you embrace the pain
Of mortal longing,
Can you welcome it
This day, this hour?
Can you run with it
And chase it wildly
So as not to miss
One moment of its
Exquisite suffering?

What sweet joy is this
That moves beyond all sorrow
Until even the pain
Is changed
To dancing?

THE KEY

Ah, my child -
Mind is the key
For it is here
that you live,
It is here
that you accept or reject
your good,
It is here
that you initiate
change.
Whatever you would be,
You must be it first
in your mind.
Whatever you would achieve,
You must achieve it first
in your mind.
You see, my child -
Mind is, You are, I AM -
We are one being -
One Mind -
And all the rest
is but a
reflection.

WE MUST BE MINDFUL

I think the angels
must have wondered
when they heard
that great explosion -
They did not know
that God was
making stars.

So with us -
when chaos seems apparent -
we must be mindful
that Good is being formed
and even now is destined
to occur.

THAT WILD AND RECKLESS JOY

Would that I could throw myself
Upon the altar of this life
Like the sea upon the shore
So I might know
The wild and reckless joy
That comes when all
Restraint is gone
And you've given yourself away
Utterly.