Very, very early in the morning
I left and went traveling
Among the silent stars and galaxies.
It is the best and possibly
The only time this may be done.
Melting through the walls, emerging right
Into the cool last breath of night
I hovered briefly above silent trees
And listened. If you listen, I believe,
In darkness, alert, alone
Beneath watchful stars, patient moon,
You may hear the sounds
Of Eternity’s very own love song.
A song that sings the whole story of creation.
The thought that is the thing;
One movement of a billion harmonies
Of age, silence, light and gravity
Of every thought conceived, word spoken.
Satisfied, I left then and sailed,
A breath exhaled,
Beyond the atmosphere, distance, fear
Beyond thought, emotion, idea
Into the wild ranks of all the stars
Beyond the oldest of them all I flew or fell
Into soundless distance simple and elemental.
Stopping there at last I could not tell
Where I was held by what confronted me:
That flower opening before a single honey bee
That infant’s charmed and charming eye
And, most beautiful of all,
The sparrow that would not fall.