InFlow
Art by Norman E. Masters
In the majestic spaces under heaven Above the altars of marble and wood Quiet voices still echo from the stones In the eternal silence Hymns of Praise, Cries of despair Prayerful petitions of every type Raising skyward on incense smoke Seeking You, Beseeching You O Holy Lady, O Holy Spirit O Holy Wisdom Illumination, like a shaft of sunlight In a pitch dark world Offering ascension, promising deliverance From the tragedy of separation Promising an end to the torment Of the eternal yearning To return to you. |
I can still remember when I try Faintly, before I was born When I didn't exist, when there was only You Even now that peace is here Promising me hope and relief Now I have been taken from you Torn away from the source of Love Existing moment to moment, day to day In this illusory world of pain I know it isn't real Only You are Reality But I am here, bereft of your touch As far away as the universe, As far away as my heartbeat I long to return To lose the I again So there are no differences any longer As I always remember it should be. |
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