The home we seek is in eternity
my spirit has wandered
across endless countries
I have experienced
the pouring of so much grace
to live, to love, and i have looked
everywhere, for Your love –
then suddenly I am filled with it
as a mystic ecstatic with the source
i have felt famine in my veins
and been a slave among peoples
but my prayers have been my light
my poetry the last drop of devotion
that was my strength, when i was weak
my life was the opportunity that was given
if I ignore it, if I waste it –
i will only turn to dust
either way, i will one day live in eternity,
as a spark or a cloud or a gem
or a filament of gold after stars
kiss each other coyly.
Wuji Seshat 