The Ebony Star
I am that which goes unseen,
I am felt, but have no image,
I have no form that you can see me by; I am not some figure
Tall and proud and mighty that you can bow to,
Rather, I dwell within.
I am the scent of a flower on the breeze, the song
Of a bird, the touch of the sun.
I am the extra beat of the heart when love draws near,
I am a cry of laughter; I am a bitter tear,
I am the hurricane; I am the lightest breeze,
I am each blade of grass, I am the trees.
I am all things, I am nothing, as untouchable as air;
I am Spirit, and you must trust that I am there,
Unseen, but ever present –
Like an ebony star in the vaults of the heavens,
Invisible; the light that dwells within.