The day may forget the sun while lost in the storm,
And trees, the calm in the throes of great winds,
The river may forget the playful eddy in its violent rushing,
And the ground, the sweet taste of rain in the clutches of drought.
And we may forget the sound of laughter while lost in our tears,
Truth, in the midst of our pain,
We may forget our youth within the accumulation of years,
Our bodies, their holiness while enmeshed in flesh.
But the sky kisses the earth a million times a day,
And Spirit caresses the flesh in the subtlest of ways,
We need only pause, and we will see,
What’s always been,
And what longs to be seen,
What will always be,