dead trees after dusk reach up
towards living stars
and dead stars still shine down
upon this old body i've worn
the name of god cannot be spelled
and the answers cannot be given
they may only be received
and though i may know nothing
i still know life to be beautiful
and i marvel at something so much larger
and i marvel at something so much more marvelous
and i marvel at you
i marvel at the way we weave together
like the meeting of two mountain streams
