Eden

Our capacity for love and creation

Is but a glimmer upon the surface of the Source,

Whose depths plunge down to the foundations;

Then up the Mountain, 

To feed the rivers, 

To cut their course.

With passion they pour to four corners,

Nourishing the soil of our fields, 

Where hope sprouts endless potential.

Mark the beauty of love's humble yields.

Kingdom

Wake me from my sleep.

Keep the earth beneath my feet.

Lead me not to despair,

But to the beauty of life laid bare.

Let me feel the burn

Of the love for which we yearn.

Harden my feet for the road.

Soften my heart for the story.

Fix my eyes on the path

To the kingdom, 

Through the power,

In glory.