I delay the Infinite
In losing myself to the trite
In losing myself to the come what may
Oh Lord, what I put off until another day
And yet it can never even be said
That glorious feast, the wonderous spread
Though I can’t bear to take a taste
For fear of what goes to waste
I see the Sun upon the hill
But mine eyes only ring until
I close them to the Holy Light
Enveloped in my own midnight
Oh Saviour, do you know the cause
It gives me breath, it gives me pause
Til the speaking once more utters itself
And kneels me down upon someone else
Do you know the Source, do you know the Spring
Where the water rises from Within
Do you know the Sea, do you know the route
As it comes home to the Truth
I have no greater tale than this
I fell upon what I cannot miss
And everywhere, wherein I be
It is all that I can see
No multitude, diversity
Just the Silence in the tree
Whereon he died, under which he sat
So many stories but I am That
In the eyes of what you can’t see
Will destiny come back for me?