Reach

The end precedes the beginning of a thing in time 

And this thought compels me to consider what Thou doest intend.

You speak spirit into the matter of space,

breathe into the will of my flesh with roaring energy of life,

so still, so calm, and fraught with thunderous purpose and glee.

And like, for the sun the branches do,

Your voice draws from the earth some loving instinct,

some mysterious impulse, to reach

Somewhere in a thoughtful hour and distant memory

There, upon the reflection of my soul,

I recognize Your image

and so, in familiar kinship and longing,

I reach for You