At times when the end of night is nigh
I think some great mystery solved—
And then when the Sun comes up,
Light illuminating greater blue light on Ocean’s sky.
I reach toward the Sun, hovering almost close to touch
But never is my reach enough….
Everywhere the mystery multiplies!
You are the root; you are the branch;
You are the vine; you are the grape.
You are the wheat standing in field
Waiting for yeast, to be kneaded— needed
Before great mystery in bread and wine
Transforms by Word in heart to peace.