Forerunner...

You are your own forerunner, and the towers you have builded are but the foundation
of your giant-self. And that self too shall be a foundation.
And I too am my own forerunner, for the long shadow stretching before me at sunrise
shall gather under my feet at the noon hour. Yet another sunrise shall lay another
shadow before me, and that also shall be gathered at another noon.
Always have we been our own forerunners, and always shall we be. And all that we have
gathered and shall gather shall be but seeds for fields yet unploughed. We are the fields
and the ploughmen, the gatherers and the gathered.
When you were a wandering desire in the mist, I too was there, a wandering desire.
Then we sought one another, and out of our eagerness dreams were born. And dreams
were time limitless, and dreams were space without measure.
And when you were a silent word upon Life's quivering lips, I too was there, another
silent word. Then Life uttered us and we came down the years throbbing with memories
of yesterday and with longing for tomorrow, for yesterday was death conquered and
tomorrow was birth pursued.
And now we are in God's hands. You are a sun in His right hand and I an earth in His
left hand. Yet you are not more, shining, than I, shone upon.