Louisville Process Theology Network

To the Unfinished

Clear eminence without whom

I would be nothing

O great provision never seen

barely acknowledged

even wished away without thinking 

you in whose immeasurable presence

the darkness itself comes to be itself

and light recalls it colors

and each sound comes echoing

your undertone I have forgotten

when I first woke into knowing you were there

before words ever reached me

but that time under your wing

is still with me

you have carried it

all the way along

with faces that surface

appearing almost as they were before

and with spring that returns

through its leaves never the same

you have brought me once more

to the old house

after all these years of remembering

without knowing

it was you who kept opening the way

offering me what I had to choose

it is you who come bringing me

the only day in the morning

W.S. Merwin