“God’s being is my life, but if it is so, then what is
God’s must be mine and what is mine God’s. God’s is-ness is
my is-ness, and neither more nor less. The just live eternally
with God, on a par with God, neither deeper nor higher. All their
work is done by God and God’s by them.”
Meister Eckhart.
What is this life, a fleeting, flickering flame?
Not mine alone, but whispers of a name,
A holy echo, God's eternal being,
My essence held within that sacred seeing.
If life's a gift from that celestial source,
Then all I have must trace a parallel course.
My breath, my being, reflections pure and bright,
A spark of God's own fire, burning ever light.
No higher ground, no depths unseen divide,
The just and God, forever side by side.
Their works entwined, a dance of give and take,
Each offering all, for love's sweet sake.
In selfless acts, their spirits truly blend,
No master, slave, but purpose without end.
A tapestry of souls, in perfect rhyme,
This life, a testament to the divine.
