It was you in that sunset,
in those peals of laughter.
I never dreamed of recognizing you
in words so grave and deep.
I sought the rules, but never love,
perceiving only impersonal demands,
never the touch of a gentle shepherd,
never someone who knew my name and voice.
But still, it was you
in those songs of hope and comfort,
in the tear sliding down my cheek,
in the fallen leaves all amber and red,
in the every friendly greeting.
You are neither strange nor distant;
you are for me, as well as everyone else.
You are not against my heart's whisperings,
and you are closer than I can imagine.
You are the beating of my heart,
my every breath, each blink of my eyes.
It was you, as you have forever planned.