May 1999
Perhaps my thought was a deeper seeing When the mind fell still and the inner being Seemed to hear his voice from the silent page Speak softly of the coming age.
My heart attuned, my body heard From the Lord of Life the mantric Word Of earth transformed and by His kiss Rewed to beauty, man to bliss.
A sweetness descending from realms above Borne earthward on the wings of love Envelopes our lives and immortal, brings The Godhead's touch to mortal things.
Slowly the golden light draws near And the children of the dawn appear.
First published in Devotion €“ An Anthology of Spiritual Poetry - 2007
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