In the wide open spaces
I sense You, oh so near...
In the deserts, and the oceans,
The gaps between the stars disappear...
All is filled up, so gracefully with You,
In the infinite pools, black skies
Turning slowly white, to blue.
Blasing with gold fire
As the sun claims its course...
But even all of that power,
Simply speaks of its source.
You my beloved, my Lord
Most fair of the ages,
Most hidden of beauties,
The treasure of the sages...
How brilliant your whisper,
When one looks into the deep,
What images you gift us,
While soundly asleep...
You are so perfect,
So much greater than any soul.
You are so worth it,
For all the things you Love and Know...
You are the path to satisfaction,
Wherein we can no longer be remiss,
For the Light of Your creation,
Has already promised us this.
Trees like green candles,
Aflame with new leaves
Light up the creation,
With Spring and its dreams.
Yet even in the desert,
Where nothing seems to change,
Even upon the wild ocean,
Whose waves remain the same...
Even in the canopy of the planets undisturbed,
There moves the immortal consciousness,
If only we'd listen, would be clearly heard.
If only we'd look then, we'd openly observe...
That in these great silences
That my God, you do speak,
To teach us compatibility,
With the mysteries You keep.
