Union of a sort
I haven’t a clue how to cross His threshold
but I know now He has crossed mine,
surely come to me, answered my prayers –
evident in my daily life, my heart and head,
outward circumstances.
It’s union of a sort,
on my own ground, in my native tongue, an intimacy
life has only ever hinted at, a mercy
I had dared not hope for, delivered unfathomably
unto my being and growing ever deeper, more vital
every moment of my life’s remainder.
O child, Meher says, the seeker asking, Where is God?
is really God saying, Where indeed is the seeker!
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