May the unseen world
bless your heart.
May the moon pull the tide up to the shore
so you can set out
in your life, coming and going
through doors, through rooms,
with the rising and falling of waters,
with the many, the untold, the unknown
beautiful life above you, flying across a great sky,
the ocean of a water beneath this land,
all alive, all afloat, unknown
as you pass through and across
this great mystery
we have been losing
piece by piece,
bone by bone, feather by feather.
Remember when they climbed the ramp to the ark
two by two
like the present measurement for lumber?
May the tree of the world,
even that which goes out like an unseen tide
and comes in no longer,
may it still bless your heart
if the heart has not gone with it.