On The Pulse of Morning
Lift up your eyes upon
This day breaking for you.
Give birth again
To the dream.
This day breaking for you.
Give birth again
To the dream.
Nothing was changed, yet everything was changed. Compared to this, she felt as if she had been sleepwalking all of her life. "God is here."
I pierce the universe.
God pierces me.
I do not think; I am thought.
I do not know; I am known.
Every movement, every breath was poetry. She had passed through her dark night of the soul, and understood now how the light in one's heart – the light of faith – could shine brighter than the midday sun.