At the End
Seek me,
where the great falls
give water to each thirsty soul.
Where the brilliant light
of the loving,
gives each love
a chance to prevail.
Seek me,
where the lion
knows each and every lamb.
Where the dust
is a sandy beach,
and every footstep
is in itself divine.
Seek me,
in the country
where only bright shadows fall.
Where the morning
is golden
and the night
is far more forgiving.
There I will wait,
till every star has fallen,
and the mighty sun has long ago
swallowed the Earth.
Come there are seek me,
when your spirit is weary.
And I’ll be the rest
for your tiring heart.
