Mystery's Journey

 I walk in Mystery,

    smell its fragrance,

      taste its sweetness

       feel is freshness

         see its hiddenness

           hear its silence,

Mystery all round me.

I walk into Mystery, 

   waiting on its unfolding,

      expecting the shimmering,

        sensing the revealing,

          knowing the presence,

            listening expectantly,

Mystery always before me.

I walk through Mystery,

    going, but not yet,

       clouds of glory,

         a river so very wide,

           saints on the other side,

             the Holy One waiting,

Mystery soon to overcome me.