Our Only Demand

 We gather to connect, not for comfort, not for fame,

But to build a place where the Creator can reveal His Name.

There is no other goal, no side road, no clever disguise,

Only the bond between hearts where the true connection lies.

He holds us together in ways we don’t yet feel,

Gives us the texts, the path, the hunger that is real.

Like arms around a child that we’re too numb to see,

His embrace is constant, but we lack the sensitivity.

Everything in me, every thought, every fall, every climb,

I attribute to Him, in the Ten and alone in time.

Each friend a doorway, each moment a hidden sign,

That nothing in this life was ever truly mine.

Until the day arrives when the veil is finally torn,

And the revelation within the connection is born.

A person must yearn, must ache, must plead from deep inside,

For the moment the Creator no longer has to hide.

At first I search for the friend, for a hand I can hold,

For warmth in the circle, for hearts that are bold.

But slowly it changes, the picture becomes clear,

Through the friend’s form, the Creator appears.

The difference fades between the friend and the King,

As light through a vessel begins to sing.

And what finally remains when the searching is through,

Is the Creator revealed in the friend standing next to you.