[Poem.]

It seems that I should publish this poem:

I live by the Grace of God;
and Him alone
I do defend.

The Silence deeply in my heart,
there is no knee I have to bend,
there are no bows which I should make,

For I am Him.
The hour late
and yet unborn my Stillness lies.

But, once there shall be Paradise,

and I shall be its highest price,
and God, and I
we see – then, thrice,
the Love through our eyes evade
to humankind.
To Love. The shade

in which it flourishes. The Sun
through which it grows.
And once it's done,
together other worlds we form
and stand, all one, beyond each form,

united, free, and ever-One
till our Sun
in us has shone

and our eyes themselves do see:
Just one in one, You, Him, and Me.

A few remarks:

I sing with you, I sing in all Creation: a song for the New Year

The following text came to me this morning to the melody of “O Holy Night”  (I have included a few remarks and fragments, as I did not write all verses down in their entirety, but still wanted to post as much as possible of it.):

I sing with you, I sing in all Creation.
I sing with you. I sing in all the Light.
Love is my Heart, and Love is that what shines;
within and without, I sing for you, my heart.
I sing for you, and all within.