Clear eminence without whom I would be nothing oh great provision never seen barely acknowledged even wished away             without thinking

you in whose immeasurable presence the darkness itself comes to be itself and light recalls its colors and each sound             comes echoing

your undertone I have forgotten when I first woke into knowing you were there before words ever reached me but that time             under your wing

is still with me you have carried it all the way along with faces that surface appearing almost as they were before             and with the spring

that returns through its leaves never the same you have brought me once more to the old house after all these years of remembering             without knowing

it was you who kept opening the way offering me what I had to choose it is you who come bringing me the only day             in the morning