In the continuum,
from infinite to finite,
to form from light,
from energy to matter,
to human from Divine,
is there a place along the line,
where each begins or ends,
a clue the route portends,
as we blindly drift,
a nexus where we shift?
Perhaps, but it’s unknown,
the heaven we have sewn,
the place we ourselves create,
this thing we call our fate,
where with Spirit we co-create our place,
between ourselves and God’s grand grace.
No comments:
Post a Comment