The divinity of Meher
He comes down now and then, the walking Word,
to take a stroll, speak to us in our own language,
suffer our ailments and limitations;
offering love as a way of life.
A presentment of God we might embrace,
garland, regard as companion,
a Saviour from our own milieu – rather than
the unimaginable, above-it-all Creator,
String-puller, distant Higher Power
from Whom it seems we shall always be apart.
Comes down to give tangible evidence
of the Love we yearn for, the God we fear,
the imperceptible veils that adorn us,
obscuring our own Godhood.
O child of God, to believe in the divinity of Meher
is to believe in your own divinity.
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