Written by Maggie Francis Lane 
copyright A Timeless Company, Inc.

The end of what precedes the time and thought of a matter compels me to consider those small moments that go before me

What is ever intended or meant to be, I can be deceived by, escaping my grasp so slightly, misaligning my thumping heart and rendering my thoughts useless.

Who speaks into the space of a thing, that roaring energy of life, so still, so calm, and fraught with thunderous joy.

Wouldst Thou be known to me, that Voice to whom my soul responds in glorious kinship and creed

Yes.

I think it is for purpose and plight and pleasure, and mysterious mindful yearning that I reach up to You.