Hold That Thought In Faith

Hold That Thought in Faith I know that there is something that surrounds me Permeating through every living thing In every blade of grass and with every atom It speaks to me from the light A light which is born from with out and from within Like you I have found a thousand words to explain And found a single word to name Each and every day I wake to hear it Spoken from an eternal sound And from my heart and soul its echoes resound And I see in every leaf I know its meaning In every star, in every smile, in every sunrise Even from the stone its mountain voice is calling Carrying the messages through my eyes While the sea simply mirrors my reply And through the fields where children are walking Through the shades of leaves and winds and across open plains Whispering from the eyes of life as they are playing Their question lingering on the tip of my tongue It answers to a feeling that defies my description Unity is a living breathing cosmos Eternity in every micro-cosmos’s facet And through this breath we breathe the sun And with these eyes we see the ONE And why, why won’t faith just let us hold onto this perpetual thought Only for a moment can I catch this whisper I can feel the rivers run a bubbling sense of laughter As living suddenly comes to me and offers up its proof Though its purpose still alludes As I sense some instant of undeniable truth Morning dew dusts a spider web A shaft of light rest on a scarlet flowers head Beauties perceived as these grandeurs flow and ebb Through the living veins of a tree Against the painted sunset sky stands its silhouette A flood of senses tugs at my very core While before me there seems to be an open door Its promise is another way to see and another way to be A simple change of heart could lead me through To keep in mind this acuity for ever more Eternity eternal this of God surrounds me Universal universe as it lays in dust and in earth Speaking, beating out its pulse it resonates through everything Not the last nor the first of creations created us to be Waiting for a momentary recognition to make it sing And giddy from the air of thinking dizzy I smile at my two dogs who are busy playing Another world and another day is calling Pulls my eyes from such things heavenly And turn my hand back to the art of surviving Nagging round my hair and busy thinking The tiny world of twentieth century living Still somewhere from recesses I feel a pull Questioning me why can’t I hold it all Why, why can’t I just hold that thought in faith