You Remain Out of Reach

You remain out of reach, Always ahead of me— You, whom I love so dearly; In my dreams and in my prayers Seek to express the Light of Your image— In shadows of my evolving awareness Stumble to grasp such Infinite Beauty, Close mental fingers of retention, My hand back to clay Sculpted to Your never ending contours, Transfigured from a world of physical steel By new alchemy—that of Spirit-fire. How deeply can I impress upon You My sense of loss by distance— Kept from You by Your own gift, These relentless waters The salt of which eats my oars, Currents splinter my bow, Stretch and compress my putty nature With each new ebb and tide; Part of me possessed by the miracle While more of me Is willing to forfeit the entire experience Wanting only to return and abide In Your Tranquil Sea Of sure presence— I am Your precious offspring, I know— But too often feel a young dove Pushed prematurely from the nest, Failing to see behind The parent’s stern face A buoyant, effervescent love— Now seeing only downward The chasm before me, Fearful, trusting only the miracle of flight From afar, Warned into disbelief by the cold shadow Of a hawk’s descending wings… I want to believe in Your Love— Each of Your children Your one-and-only; Yourself willfully lost in Your Creation— The essence of Your Great Love To give—and then give more; Your lessening, the spirit of increase--our miracle of eternal life— Our lesson one of transformation of self by release; Relinquishing all so that all may be gained. You abandon Yourself for our Light— Indwelling substance of Your Immortal Being Turned outward… Our eyes Your eyes— Your expression Limited only by our skewed vision— The resurrection of fluid patterns of substance And hue not found within the border of mortal imagination But in the ever-expanding consciousness of endless Recreation—the Great I Am.