Somewhere in the midst
of flesh and bone..
Somewhere in the midst
of blood sweat and tears
Between all that is
Or can be..exist the
unsearchable spirit of
life
Like a young eagle under
the safty of its mothers
wing, I am sustained within
the ever changing folds of
time and space
If by some foolish endeavour
I stray beyond the reach of
my soul I am pulled back into
the fold by the spark of some
immutable truth
At such times I can almost hear
a fatherly whisper saying..
'You are not your own..'
That all I can be trancends my
childlike mortal dreams..
And somewhere in the midst
is a burning love
A purity..
Perhaps lost in the dreams of
children
A sacred heart vailed for a
moment so as not to burn til
the day star arises in our
hearts
Somewhere in time the truth
will take every thought captive
though such things are to great
for me to imagine, yet..
Somehow I'll know~