The furthest reaches, dark side of
the moon,
The places deepest and most
solitary,
Are echo-chambers for my skinted
heart
Are my mind’s madness merging
maximally.
Unless alone is truly not alone,
Unless the silence is to hear your
song,
The love song you are singing over
me
And have done so through all the
ages long.
The solitudes can be a fairground
maze
Of crazy mirrors, each to
self-deceive,
Unless your truth shines brighter,
bright on bright,
Lighting the way to what I must
believe.
There is no lonely where your love
shines down,
Bringing new beauty where my heart
saw less;
Peace from the great confusion of
the crowd,
Sweet restoration for my weariness.
Here is my plenty, where worlds
fall away,
Here in your arms – no labour but
to know.
To worship is to find that central
point
Of stillness while the rampant
rivers flow.
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