In deep sleep and deeper darkness

 

In deep sleep and deeper darkness dwells

An unease, a restlessness on the edge of thought;

That bedrock of Reality undiscernible beneath

The waters of life, the sands of time; which tells

A soul all its secrets, and puts the lie to all its delusions,

Saying that everything we know shall come to naught.

 

In deep sleep and deeper darkness that Being dwells

Whispering at the edge of hearing;

Still, small, quiet.  To each soul that pauses to listen he tells

Of how to pierce the murky miasma and meet Reality without fearing.

 

In deep sleep and deeper darkness that Being dwells

And sets to shepherds and kings primordial pacts,

Binding them with ironclad blessings in exchange for faithful acts,

And ending sad loneliness, binding heart to heart and sinew to sinew.

 

In deep sleep and deeper darkness He dwells

Setting out the road to life by a dimly-seen cross,

Bidding us cut off the old and say our farewells,

To count all things but His elusive presence mere loss.

 

In deep sleep and deeper darkness He dwells

Piercing silence with whispers and illuminating darkness with light;

He reaches out to touch with gentle hands,

And with that touch terminates our souls’ languishing night.

 

In deep sleep and deeper darkness He dwells

On a brilliant throne of dazzling emerald,

Dimly seen but only when faintly sought;

Flaring to true radiance only when we seek Him like we ought.

 

In deep sleep and deeper darkness He dwells

Calling out to his own,

Beckoning onward through the haze ‘til at last they see face-to-face, and bend the knee

To that King on his radiant throne.