somewhere over south africa..
they say that we’re just accidental atoms beating air,
carrying on and on,
unwitting orphans of an unyielding despair.
but our hearts tell a different story;
our hands feel a different pulse.
something fathomless, deeper than our pride can dive;
numinous, higher than our hearts can rise,
transcendent, further than our thoughts can reach;
immanent, closer than the air we breathe.