When all the words, that I have known, 
have melted into dust,
there I shall sit beneath the stars
and perhaps the moon will join us.

And a song will arise in the heavens 
as God's voice
calls out 
for all to listen: 
"let it rest 
and let Creation be found 
anew 
within you 
in each day."

So bless it all.

Peace touches the softness 
of my heart,
and its droplets 
dissolve, with its light,
all that has cast its illusion 
into the well 
of that sacred space.