When God Weeps

I stand in the dream of a dew washed morning
as the past fades like a passing shadow. Once
there was a dance with the mistress of deception.
A time when we were intimate lovers. Passionate.
But now the spell of my mortality is broken.

As the last vestiges of a strange moon wanes,
fear and doubt lay dying...writhing like dragon tails.
Come close to the centre of everything where
I see a new kind of freedom. Dive into the river
to be swept away by the deep current of change.

I am born again from the womb of the universe
and renewal is meant for my restless spirit. The
homeless winds are now abated. There lives an
untangling of the mysteries and a new tapestry
is now being woven. I am part of a master plan
and he who knows is great man.

Outside is a different world. One of hope and
peace. Dreams are chased by the life of a swift
and hungry day and I am rested in silence. New
realms of the unknown are mine to explore.
Cosmic loneliness is gone and nothing can
take my song.