Who am I?

Somewhere across the rolling hills
there are vast meadows painted by the sun's dying light,
and every day I venture there to immerse my body and soul
in the splendid hues of first evening.
In this place, time has no real meaning or purpose,
for time itself is only a burden of the hurried.
And in this place, the lines that exist to lend separation
from my body and the universe, all fall away.
And slowly - like a creeping, silent fog - I am completely aware
of the fact that I am no longer aware,
but aware, all the same,
that I have become one
with the true splendor and resplendency of all God's creation.

Adorned simply in the vestiture of evening,
I lie softly in a thickened patch of velvety sedge - resting as if in
Earth's first cradle - with arms and legs willfully splayed
to the starry hosts which reign above, who cast their primal
glow upon the landscape
with well-learned and well-rehearsed precision.

And in my thoughts - as often as I have been there -
resounds the one and only truth,
the truth of all the ages,
the truth that bursts forth from eons past to eons yet to be,
a truth that resonates through myriad miles of vast uncharted and unnumbered universes - the absolute sum
of everything that exists in the cosmos, including time and space itself:
"Who am I, that God should be mindful of me?"

Father, each of us make our dwelling on "Thankful Lane" when we daily attribute thanksgiving to You, who provides for all our needs.  You give us shelter from the harsh elements, food on our tables, clothing for our bodies and people who love and care for us.  We've been blessed beyond measure, both physically and spiritually, as You provided for our greatest need: salvation.  We will eternally praise You for Your goodness to us.

Selah (סֶלָה )