Where are you?
You seem so far.
When I look on a flower,
I see your face.
But the flower fades,
and yet you do not.
You are keeping me afloat
my Great Salvation,
and I find only threads
only threads
to know you.
You are in the Song of the Stars,
and I delight in their twinkle.
But day comes
and I forget who you are.
You are the air
your are my bones
The Good Foundation.
So why do you hide
behind the vast horizon of the desert?
Let me pursue you
o my Transcendent,
let me take steps towards you
in your name,
that with every step
I feel your hand,
tenderly touching my face.
Let me pursue you
like a bird chasing a butterfly, only when the butterfly is caught
it becomes golden flower pedals
that dance in the wind.
Let me pursue you
like the moon chasing the sun
that one fine day
we may become eclipsed.
Let me pursue you
like a lover so cold with regret
that I had forgotten you.
Let me find you,
that I may know your ocean of longing
your ocean of tender mercies.