An icy
stream
This world comes and goes.
I acknowledge it, more with a nod
at this late date than an embrace,
returning ever to the Mystery. Ever to the Mystery.
Like men crossing an icy stream – how cautious!
avowed Lao Tzu, speaking of the old sages,
minds ever upon the task and just how and where
their feet are positioned amid the rushing water.
To allow my attention to roam during
this critical passage is to court disaster.
O child of God, rather than write
about remembrance, practice it ardently.
This world comes and goes.
I acknowledge it, more with a nod
at this late date than an embrace,
returning ever to the Mystery. Ever to the Mystery.
Like men crossing an icy stream – how cautious!
avowed Lao Tzu, speaking of the old sages,
minds ever upon the task and just how and where
their feet are positioned amid the rushing water.
To allow my attention to roam during
this critical passage is to court disaster.
O child of God, rather than write
about remembrance, practice it ardently.
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