One Whom I Love

Who drew that orange streak across the sky,

Suffused with tints of pewter touched with teal,

Was it the hem of God passing by

Or phenomenon of science most surreal.

I watch the birth and death of lovely things

Of birds and animals, beloved friends

And feel the joy the spirit's oneness brings

The peace that through this woeful world extends.

I feel the pain of others as my own

And with less seeing eyes than those who are blind

Know I am not I alone in the Alone

That vastness where the stellar giants wind.

One whom I love, for whom I deeply yearn

Gives all to me, asks nothing in return.