To see a world in a grain of sand
And a heaven in a wild flower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand
And eternity in an hour
— William Blake, Auguries of Innocence
I sing a song for the day that is,
that is, the day today;
although the hours and minutes fly
and quickly slip away,
approaching and departing with
the constant speed of now,
the day that is remains, it stays
always right here, somehow.
I sing a song for the world that is,
that is, the world right here;
although the tides and times roll in
and out, I have no fear.
There is no other place for me,
no farther shore I seek –
for this world is a part of me
and I can hear it speak.
I sing a song for the ones I love
who live their lives with mine,
and through their constant and true natures
grow, like root and vine
to fill the world with hope and grace
and my heart with their song,
and give to me the greatest gift –
the chance to sing along.
I sing a song for the day that is,
that is, the day today;
and all my thoughts of past and future
start to pass away.
For I have seen eternity
in just a moment’s span,
and held the entire universe
inside a grateful hand.
21 DEC 2002
