In Our Lonely Ways

 

Only light may pass through the Gate of Time.

  Here is a vision immemorial:

Angelic souls ascending in My rhyme

  Of being and non-being, story all

We write.  Hearken to Jesus, your prayers:

  “Lord, help me here and now.   Cure my illness.”

Child, if I did not live within your cares,

  You could not know Me.  Know then Our oneness.

Our lives in meditation’s light aspire

  Into ~ in ~ eternal wisdom and love,

Catching the light of the kingfisher’s fire,

 Snatching its prey from pools, from above.

 

Divine wonder a girl encompasses,

  Sitting shy alone, as each boy passes.