Eliot, a contemporary of Yours,
quoting Julian of Norwich –
And all manner of thing shall be well
(adding) -- when . . . the fire and the rose are one.
Getting into the rhythm of darshan,
flame of garland about Your throat,
like the pulling of oars,
the snaking queue
and the giving, the giving, the giving
in the heat and dust,
skin golden, sadra translucent;
the sea of fire and the lonely swimmer –
no shore visible in any direction . . .
and the rose of perfection,
the flame of longing – a culmination,
a melding in the heart’s furnace,
intersected and resurrected
in the body and being of the Godman
. . . and all shall be well
and all manner of thing shall be well.
O child of God, bewilderment, (literally – led
into the wilds) is a rare gift from Father to child.