The Kind of Life We're Leading

​The kind of life we’re leading
(Not just the books we’re reading)
Is radiating light 
(Even if sweat is beading)

Upon our recognizing
God. And the lines reach up
But they remain
Clustered in the narrow cup,

The cup is our mind,
Our core and our facade,
Our heart, and from my flesh
I will see God.

And we must scrub
The upper windows, we
See the Godly waves
That rise upon the quay,

Because polishing the windows
Is itself life and all of its
Moods. So we see where the mud
Seeps down into the pits,

We see the falcon swept
On an unending rise,
We hear the praise
Of the faithful and wise.