There is a river
coursing through the cosmos
(it is love)
Whose streams
—peace, truth, joy—
wending through the wilds,
nurture the soil,
sprout seeds in each square inch of space,
cause blossoms to unfurl
in even the darkest places
Make glad
a human heart,
coming into union,
taking up residence in
The City of God:
this great oneness
opening to the river,
making straight the way,
carving out
The Holy Habitation
indwelling
—inmost sanctuary—
Of the Most High.
in me, You
and in You,
me.
Be still and
Know.