This, this that I call my self,
Is a bridge only.
What the God of suns and stars does behind my skull, in my veins and ventricles,
I cannot fathom
What the God of my heart does outside my flesh,
What God does with wind and tree and rock,
And the exhalations and inhalations of time,
I cannot control.
We all, human,
are the tender children of this Middle-Earth,
Hopeful followers of the Middle-Way, drawn for us across the sky
Remember, you are the bridge keeper
between God within,
and God without.
Amen.