In The Beginning

There might have been things I missed, but don't be unkind 
It don't mean I'm blind 
Perhaps there's a thing or two I think of lying in bed 
I shouldn't have said 

But, there it is 

You see, it's all clear 
You were meant to be here from the beginning 

Maybe I might have changed and not been so cruel 
Not been such a fool 
Whatever was done is done - I just can't recall 
It doesn't matter at all 

You see, it's all clear 
You were meant to be here from the beginning
                      -Emerson, Lake, and Palmer

Remember these things, I have made you, I will not forget you. I have swept away your offenses like a cloud, your sins like the morning mist. Return to me, for I have redeemed you. This is what the LORD says— your Redeemer, who formed you in the womb.
                    -God, through the voice of the prophet Isaiah

Mindful of the One Reaching For You

Onto a Vast Plain
You are not surprised at the force of the storm—
you have seen it growing.
The trees flee. Their flight
sets the boulevards streaming. And you know:
he whom they flee is the one
you move toward. All your senses
sing him, as you stand at the window.

The weeks stood still in summer.
The trees' blood rose. Now you feel
it wants to sink back
into the source of everything. You thought
you could trust that power
when you plucked the fruit:
now it becomes a riddle again
and you again a stranger.

Summer was like your house: you know
where each thing stood.
Now you must go out into your heart
as onto a vast plain. Now
the immense loneliness begins.

The days go numb, the wind
sucks the world from your senses like withered leaves.

Through the empty branches the sky remains.
It is what you have.
Be earth now, and evensong.
Be the ground lying under that sky.
Be modest now, like a thing
ripened until it is real,
so that he who began it all
can feel you when he reaches for you.

-Rainer Maria Rilke