Read more from the Being Truly Human April 1992 Newsletter
By Michael Piggott
He sat by the window And laughed with the sky As lovers lay dreaming And wild geese flew by
The water it rippled And tossed its white head It laughed with the living It laughed with the dead
All around emptiness Silent and deep Caressing in waking Caressing in sleep
See how it stretches No end to its might Slow creeper crawler Majestic in flight
Forceful and gentle Tearful and stern All of her features Changing in turn
Sweetly she whispers Gently she speaks All of our hearts In her heart she keeps
All of our tears From her eyes have flown All of our laughter From her heart has grown
Everything perfect Everything right The cat with its spring The bird in its flight
The master of painters Musicians and poets Emperors and Pharaohs Kings and Stoics
Lord of the night Lord of the day Lord of the scriptures Lord of the way
Burning with beauty Burning with life Bringer of goodness Bringer of strife
Never a murmur Ne’er a complaint Bless’d be the wicked Bless’d be the saint
Ne’er to be followed Ne’er to be found In every sight In every sound
Out of the darkness Out of the light Everywhere shining Everywhere bright
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