Faith during illness, for someone alive then

You, my dear Maryann, do believe, 

As i do, in a Unity that surpasses

Understanding, call It what we may!

That Unity from which we emerge

Nameless

For it is Itself without Name or Number,

Neither 1 nor Many or Any in between,

And to Which or Whom or Whatsoever

We return

When form and substance fade,

And fades Illusion too we were apart

In this Interim, much shorter in the

Larger Scheme of Things so hidden

In its awesome mystery, a Symphony

Played by a vast cosmic orchestra

Itself ignorant of the score, who wrote it, or why,

Or if any Conductor whirls the baton. 

But yes, CERTAIN we may be of one thing,

That we too, to wit I too and You too, 

And All whom we have loved, do love, and will love,

ARE that magnificent music, and its flow

Will carry us down and up, here and away,

But forever for sure, no less and no more

Than the Divine Symphony of it All!