We drift like lifeless satellites, dreaming dreams as one,
Till we assume the hands of the Carpenter and raise the beams as one.

Light collides with my eyes and shatters; I gather fragments in the dark,
My thousand lazy suns are candles; so brightly gleams His one.

The complacent soul totters in dutifully to add links to his chain.
Each heart’s a temple, not a prison, though it often seems as one.

Old times, we whisper back and forth, each word a wasted kiss.
We see each other in ourselves, two souls redeemed as one.

I’m near You closest when I fear You, and love You still the same,
Two brilliant converse faces, binding two extremes as one.

I may never know the way you taste but still, I’ve heard you sing
And I know you’ve dreamt of a time when you and I convene as one.

Go forth, He says, and join My body, be its faithful tongue
Draw a roaring river from all My wayward streams, as one.