I feel the presence of a
shimmering sea of stars
(illumined thoughts,
Love's intelligent substance) as yet
ungathered into a galaxy—
uncomposed into symphony or song or written word,
unsculpted into entity.
Unformed.
For purpose, there must be identity,
for identity, FORM.
Unsystemed stars, uncomposed tones,
unarranged words, ungathered shapes
would have no "body"—
no identity, no name or message no purpose.
The breathtaking galaxies illustrate intention,
speak to me of law—
of Love attracting, of Mind acting,
of God's right hand
grasping, shaping,
disciplining thoughts into mental formations
inseparable from their purpose.
Like the bird shaped to soar, the cheetah to run,
the beaver to build,
even so is consciousness precision-shaped to God's purpose.
Are you, too, asking why you're here
and where you fit?
Then stop. Stop. Be still.
Wait patiently amidst your "sea of stars,"
and pray with me to silence human will.
His will, not ours, must move
upon the waters' face,
His love must discipline and shape
our unformed thoughts.
Since form is purpose,
He who knows the purpose must design the form.
And He who "calleth them all by names"
is calling you.
