May I call you teacher?
I see that you love me, Faithful Monkey.
Come. Sit next to me.
I have seen you heal with illness.
Will you teach me your way?
Speak sweetly to your sorrows.
I have seen you light the way with darkness.
Will you teach me to do so?
Love does not end at the fall of night.
I would not stand illness.
I would not have darkness.
Would you deny the living moment?
Would even God dare to say,
This moment should not be?
You call it darkness. I call it Now.
You call it illness. I call it ripples
In the stream of Grace.