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.