The Harried Mystic

First moments, not yet wholly made, and lost within the fog of time,
Now seem not too far off, and call out my song in rhyme.

Arise in me, O sweet reflection, of when I had no face,
when I danced among the beams of light, traversing Holy space.

One day I will rejoin that dance, rejoin the perfect light,
and see the face of endless love, recovering Christic sight.

O Heart that beats on infinite seas, in love with every one,
I pray I live right here and now and love as you have done.

I am a man too often split, ‘tween ground and lofty heaven,
Breath into me and wake me up, so I can be the leaven.

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