God-built House

To have circled round the consciousness of self

And eyed the target in a looking glass

Magnified the mysterybut missed

By some skewed glance in all the seething mass

The central core, a small pin-point of light.

To have lived the fullness of each season's gift

And loved the more for one another's sake

And then by death, the Beloved lost, to drift

Through days deemed dull and meaningless, and yet

To hold within the memory and know

The illusion we name time through which the soul

Gathering experience must go,

Eternal in the endless flow of lives,

Recurring births and untold deaths until

All is found that once was missed or lost

And Being stands transformed as on a hill

In Paradise where all the Gods attend

The final realization of the race

That struggled through the centuries to dwell

In a God-built house, miracle of Grace.