Have you met the Living God?
Or sought Him in the everlasting light?
Surely your mind has moved there at least once –
Maybe peaked behind the curtain at the billowing mist beyond
You have had the hunger, but have you met the man?
My heart is rippled by the living God
He teaches me in the substances of hoped-for givings
The glowing door of an open congregation
A migratory hymn, unfading in the aged breezes
Carried through our days of walking
Our souls understand; they perch like great birds of white heaven
and watch tomorrows
I tried to separate out all things when I was young
Now I have become a part of that thing that I had searched
And it seeketh after thee