Peace, one and all…
You are the light,
and the light of light.
You are the vision beheld,
and the one seeing.
You are the ground beneath our feet,
and the sky above our heads.
You are the mover of these hands,
and the author of all my words.
You are the breath of life itself,
and I, Your passing exhalation.
And though I wander this way and that
Your door is both my beginning and my end.