O Maker of Mysteries!

Beyond all doctrine
and argued histories,
There is You,
O Maker of Mysteries!
There is You,
O Light beyond naming!
The Life and Love
impervious to taming.

There is the Great Song
on wind’s freedom heard.
There is morning dew’s
delicate, unquestionable word.

There is sacrament
of seafoam, soft
between my toes;
a body that intuits
and a heart that knows
this elemental bliss is part
of the Highest Order of Things.

My soul seeks silence,
my heart it sings.

~Cheryl Anne