Psalm

Let me strum it and praise you,
My fingers will make
Harmony for my voice, my voice
For my thought, and
My thought will echo
Your own love, since only you
Can love the world
When you love yourself.

The order of the world
Is the order of time,
And the order of time would be
Your will. Time is fore-
And uttermost, and in it
Things resound.

Very like a melody or song,
These things, though truth
Is that the song and melody
Is the analogue or maybe
The analogy. "God

Is in each thing, and so
The purpose of a thing's
The will of God."
Then let me know
Each thing, and let me sing
A song of songs, let me hum
The tune of praise.

If I could truly love
You I would love
Your world, my affection
Would be constant, equal,
Just. So am I wrong
To lose myself in things,
To lose the whole?
If I have lost the whole,
Have I lost you?

We are not the whole --
We are the meaning of the whole;
We are not the meaning of things,
But in these things, we find our meaning.
Let us take these meanings and arrange them.
Let us lose ourselves and find ourselves.
Let us bring things back and then disperse.
This is melody and harmony. To sing
Is to forget your God and in forgetting
To remember, by forgetting.