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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