Clear eminence without whom I would be
nothing oh great provision never seen
barely acknowledged even wished away
            without thinking

you in whose immeasurable presence
the darkness itself comes to be itself
and light recalls its colors and each sound
            comes echoing

your undertone I have forgotten when
I first woke into knowing you were there
before words ever reached me but that time
            under your wing

is still with me you have carried it all
the way along with faces that surface
appearing almost as they were before
            and with the spring

that returns through its leaves never the same
you have brought me once more to the old house
after all these years of remembering
            without knowing

it was you who kept opening the way
offering me what I had to choose it is
you who come bringing me the only day
            in the morning