Port of origin
Port of origin
Rejoice in the poetry of your Beloved,
His thrilling images and rhythms,
reverberating now in your chest,
but value also His silence – poetry of a different
kind.
In this riotous world,
the great need is for a poem
silently delivered, the placing
of His hand upon your panicked heart.
That poetry is the sound of True Being –
His wordless companionship, side by side
at the ship’s rail, on the ageless voyage
back to your port of origin.
O child of God, the crossing is long and difficult.
Take comfort in the Presence of Meher Baba.
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