From ‘The Beloved Is All In All’
By Francis Brabazon
Copyright © Avatar’s Abode Trust, Woombye, Queensland
We have no way of sounding the depths of Is-ness of Him
We have no way of measuring the extent of his Divine Whim.
He has given us figures such as an ocean without a shore
To try and stretch our hearts, lever open our sleepy eyelids a notch more.
Gorged on sea-food (cannibalism) we cannot listen.
All we can do is to climb on a wave-crest and glisten.
Male glisten and female glisten with greater or lesser reflection.
Take away the bubble and the drop loses its attraction.
He has given us figures, woven them into the fabric of our dream.
Sometimes in the deep night when the sea is quiet they fitfully gleam.
I think of the star-stitches on his beautiful dark blue coat
And his Is-ness, while still incalculable, is not remote.
He has given us figures but more than that the lustre of his eyes.
To dream upon and establish the planes of a New Paradise.
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Music © Sam Saunders
Lyrics copyright © Avatar’s Abode Trust, Woombye, Queensland