Fragments of the Divine

Touch in, touch out

Here are fragments of the Divine

Truth. Love. Purpose.

Ringing through the halls of time.

The journey is always inwards

Towards the light inside

Through the heart

Harnessed by the powers of the mind.

An endless depth,

That the mere exploration bears fruit

To feel more, love more,

To live life in gratitude:

The intrinsic value of all experience

In the very fiber of our being

In every breath, every word,

And each thread of our healing.

This house of Truth that awaits inside

The preciousness of life

That gives its own meaning.

To exist and enjoy every tick of time.

To cherish each breath.

Bearing echoes of the Sublime

To feel grateful for every stumble,

As much as each embrace

To grasp the impossibility of knowing God

And look shadow in its face

Every step, no matter the direction

Brings us closer to being whole

Where we can quiet our minds

Just long enough

To hear the whispers of our soul

Every moment is a gift

And if I was not so spendthrift

With my energy and my time

I could pause. Close my eyes.

And savor the taste of God,

The ever present Divine.

This bliss shall be my compass

So that perhaps in due time

I can live as I feel here

Until then, I shall surrender

Just a little longer

And linger in my prayer.