Encountering Eternity

In the still darkness of early morning,
surrounded by soft sounds of unlabored rest,
before the first bird sings
or the pungent smell of coffee, bacon
crackling and the hissing melody
of two eggs frying define the
moment of waking,,,,
I wait without expectation, bare to the bone,
sacred waiting neither seeking nor pursing.
In the void that precedes effort and experience
you speak my name as you step from a shadowed
corner, arms extended in an invitation to embrace.
There exist only two entities, two minds in this moment
of miracle and mystery. But at the touch of finger tip
to finger tip, jagged bolts of lightening rip through the
curtain of darkness and faint light grows ever brighter
revealing in a finger snap of time the most beautiful of
all beauty, the perfect of absolute perfection, the face of
the never seen, the always seen. I dare to look upon the
visage of God. And there you are…and you and you and you.
The faces of humanity in the holy countenance. In the still
darkness of early morning, before sight and smell and ears
and hands create new realities, I wait for the eternal unexpected.
And here you are. And here I am. And here we are in the
sacred void of encounter.