“When I Awake, I Am Still with Thee”
In all the waking hours
The Tentacle of Time
Give channel to each living thing:
The bird on wing;
The mole moving in darkness underground;
The cricket chanting its evening song;
The primeval whale sporting in chilly seas,
or floating noiselessly in turbulent waters;
In mountain crevice or sprawling meadow
The delicate beauty of color-stained flower
or fragile leaf;
High above the timber line
The sprig of green dares wind and snow;
In the barren parchedness of desert waste
The juiceless shrub and waterlogged cactus;
High in the treetop the green-pearled fruit
of olive mistletoe,
and the soft gray stillness of creeping moss;
The infant, the growing child,
The stumbling adolescent, the young adult,
The man full blown or stooped with years;
The Tentacles of Time
Give channel to each living thing.… Read the rest