Chapter 12- The Therapies: Contemplation

A Contemplation 

Oh Child, you are hiding!

You are hiding

You are hiding

Oh Child you are hiding,

But I know you are there!

 In the face of the morning

And deep sleep of the evening

In all of my dreaming

I knew you were there.

The trees they do show me

Their leaves I can hear

Of that great breath around me

Heaving tides of the airs.

Oh Child, you are hiding!

You are hiding

You are hiding,

You are hiding

You are hiding!

But I know you are there!