Clear eminence without whom I would be
nothing O 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 awoke 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