The miracle realm

The miracle realm
 
At the keyboard again and who’s peering
over my shoulder, revising my text as I write? 
 
To believe in the Muse of poetry
opens the door to other spirits –
 
archangels, cherubs, seraphs . . . and God.
Daily we truck in goods of the apparent,
 
rarely touching upon the Mystery.
Yet, we are offered but one illusory choice –
 
to cling to our known world 
or to enter by faith the miracle realm
 
of holy men, masts, Masters and Avatars. 
No one, my Lord advises,
 
steps into that Holiness
with one foot yet planted in the profane.
 
O child of God, you have no choice – so foreign
is this transient world to your eternal soul.