The consciousness of me

The consciousness which creatures me,
created worlds intact
and joins in ancient harmony
this world of which I am,
has made a solemn, silent vow
to be for listed time,
this being that I know as me;
this universe of mind.

Each cell is soul and heart and mind,
in ways we hardly know
and each has promised to be me
for all the time allowed.
I know not each
nor glimpse a face
and yet I feel secure
that each will hold another hand
that I may long endure.

It is a gracious gathering
which God has brought to be,
a galaxy of fiery stars
which make the total me.
It is their trust and silent love,
too often never seen,
maintains the many made as one;
maintains the material me.