Space on Earth

We can see the
Beginning of Time
But we can’t find
A plane in our
Own back yard,
Such is the nature
Of our universe.

Saint Valentine

Good, glorious, unashamedly

Victorious in joy day in

Joy night in sight of the

Way, inspired by the light

Riding cupped in the

Knowledge of Love from

The outside in and the inside

Out, the rivulets running round

The heart and trickling down to

Soul to fill it up pleasantly, coolly

Calmly with a lake that will last

A thousand years and watch

Stalactites congregate in the

Caverns above, jewelling the ceiling

In unimagined decadence, imagined

Into real, as light and clear as the

Sound of each new drop topping

Up the lake that feeds the well of

The world that is me and the time

That is mine to drink at my leisure,

No need for thirst. Thanks be to thee,

Wide Universe.