I throw my life like a stone into the Infinite

I throw my life like a stone into the Infinite,

and it ripples out, over and over again, in ever-widening circles.

I may not live to close the last of them,

but I want to try.

I am the satellite of the ancient arm

that thrusts the hand of God into the air.

Round the outstretched palm of the Divine I wheel,

a thousand years gone, a thousand more in front of me,

and as I turn I wonder:

am I a bird of prey? am I a summer storm?

am I a full-throated song?