When He is passed among us
Yet He is not touching us.
Not one of us is touched by His
Passing among us in His going.
Going and coming is the same
In His moving from this world
Into his Father’s land, into His
Mother’s ulo He is returning to
His uzo, to the beginning with
Good Earth Mother in His bosom
Beneath the Obeche tall and noble.
When we stand still and apart then
We can know He is passing between
Us, going first to you and then to
me and we are once more together.