And something between us
An invisible thread
In the Milky Way
That gathers and scatters
That joins and divides us.
The pattern of God
So near and so reaching
Beyond touching and seeing
At the pit of our being.
Asleep yet awake
Mute but yet talking
Immobile, still coursing
Each second, each day.
We see him in children
The blind and the ag-ed
In hope and in anguish
Through love and through care.
He's here and he's nowhere
Both now and forever
The gate is marked hope
Past the wall of despair.
