Psalm
Dear God, I touch the hem of your listening darkness with my heart;
And my lips are filled with light. Clambering on the vanishing treads of prayer, Each thought's finger strains in outreach unto you; And it is wholly there, Mind close in for the strong force To fuse Mind Holy with lowlier mind; As a fine bead breaks of dew, runs at a water's touch, is lost in the pool. As a passion of wind and wave claps cloud and the soaring sea together Rapt in the silent eye of the vortex. O God, I am a moving stillness within you: But touch my need with the finest filament of your Will, Time is re-woven. |