She Whom I Love

9/27/08

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.

She whom I love, for whom I deeply yearn

Gives all to me, asks nothing in return.