A Special Touch
R.H.Swift
04/05/80
There never was a time I haven't known you.
Moments, yes, when neither was quite close enough
to touch with outstretched hand,
but not so far our living fire within
could not give warmth.
At first a light, then recognition deep inside
that what was light was all there was,
except for darkness
round about the living sphere.
Awareness was within the light,
perceiving that the darkness
stretched to fill all nicks and crannies
of Infinity.
Then in the light a feeling grew,
and pulsed and swelled until it burst in voiceless agony
and screamed,
"I am alone!"
And with the energy of that shout
the living light exploded into
countless millions upon millions
of tiny, flaming fires
that each contained a portion of the life from which it came,
and showered with dazzling beauty
into all the corners of the dark.
Beyond unseen horizons came a breeze,
a living wind, that carried with it
all the sounds of all the voices of each sentient spark.
And all together then they cried,
"We're not alone!"
And with their newborn eyes they saw
what man now calls the universe,
and in the source from which it sprang a voice said,
"Good! And very good!"
And from the choir uncounted
came a sound like soft, sweet rain.
"We're beautiful!" the voices sang.
And God was pleased.
And of this multitude of living, loving fires were two.
I was one, the other, you.
There'll never be a time I won't be with you.
Moments, yes, when neither is quite close enough
to touch with outstretched hand,
but not so far our living fire within cannot give
warmth.