Window of time

Window of time                                                                                
 
O Beloved, You were silent.
Remind us of that
 
as the intellectuals chase Your words
through the mazes
 
of God Speaks and Lord Meher,
capturing them like butterflies 
 
pinned behind glass,
only their bright shells left;
 
silent as if the man Himself was behind glass
gesturing Truth through that small window of time.
 
In our dark dreaming, let us not expect words
to awaken us but the Word of His Love,
 
the Real Word
we have been forever longing to hear.
 
O child of God, listen with the heart’s ear –
where words and silence both strike to the core.