There is nothing around me
In the things that I see
That can give me a taste of Eternity;
All the images and icons and memories
Are but human endeavor to find sacred and holy.
It is only when I feel the weight of the cross,
When I am naked and humble with less gain and more loss
And the comfort and caution into the wind I can toss
That my vision and my sense would seem to clear.
Then nothing is everything
And I am a part;
And my living is loving
What is close to the heart;
Where the journey is the end
Just as sure as the start
And the silence is the season
That would steer
All my longings
To a wandering in the desert
With the knowledge
That they are all just passing years
And the Promised Land is the only expectation
I should ever want
To see or to taste or to hear.
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