If you’ve seen me, you’ve seen it:
What pushes my eyebrows together;
What clutches at my heart and mind.
If you’ve heard me, you’ve heard it:
What looks like silence or empty sound, but is words turned inward,
And I unknowingly wish ill for myself.
I know God, and I’d never think to extinguish this –
Yet, I forget vigilance, and the dark swallows my light, since it cannot have me.
If you’ve known me, you’ve known it,
And if you’ve felt me, you’ve felt it,
And now, I see it, hear it, know it, and feel it –
Please, remind me of goodness and of pastimes
In a form that I can revel in –
That I’ll preserve with present
And future joy.