Considerations After Meditations at the Altar

(For Eben)

You moderate between a golden mean

The balance of all things both near and far

and seek within the center's symmetry

Beyond the thing, which seen, to what we are.

Bring forth the storm where drought doth settles in

And sun, where winter endlessly abounds

As things of heaviness bore to my end

In such you breathed, equality 'twas found.

Ye quietly abide in service here

Perhaps 'tis known or not, and all the same

When 'ere kneeling at the altar, you are near

The essence of a season gone, remains

Never shall I search then only peace

Remembering of Nature's sacrifice

as seed relents in newness to the leaf

in harmony with sun and wind and ice

Because of you, my balance doth restored

In seeking, scribing, I began to see

the Balance. Seems a thing of due accord

how even such is nature's symmetry.