His Touch Remembered

One day in my youth a glimpse of eternity came

And pierced me in the contact of Thy gaze.

It stands a monument of gathered light

A force-field filled with all Thy lambent rays.

The instant when thou leaned and touched this flesh

And the strands of thy silver hair were softly pressed

Between thy fingers and my burning breast,

Such joy recalled the psychic being wept.

Many the moments when the heart invokes Thy name

To touch these centres still involved in night,

Make all my life a paean to Thee, O Lord,

Enfold my soul in all Thy calm delight.