On the Unending Adventure

What matters to me in the forest
Is not being able to see the end of the trees–
The layers on layers of limbs & leaves.
The important parts of the forest
Are the parts through which I cannot walk.
What makes it beautiful is being able
To become lost in it.

What matters to me in the ocean
Is not being able to see the end of the water–
Whether looking out to the horizon
Where it curves away to meet the sky
Or down into the depths where all disappears.
An ocean that is not fearsome & largely unknown
Loses much of its beauty.

Then comes the moment
When golden sunlight filters through to the forest floor
Or pale sun rays break through the blue-gray clouds over the ocean
And the light which was always there–
Which we knew was there, which we saw without seeing it–
Is briefly, briefly,
Breathtakingly, tangible.

You are the forest in which I lost myself,
Of which I will never reach the end.
You are the fathomless ocean
Un-limited by land.
You are the Light of the World
Ever present, occasionally incarnated in the sun rays–
In the Son.