MEETING

When I was twelve the Lord we know withdrew

This earth for which he sacrificed his life.

I did not see his golden form aglow

And nothing knew of the fierce and endless strife,

His lonely years of battle with the foe.

Yet twice I met him at his residence,

A dwelling place in subtle matter's field,

A simple room of occult magnificence.

Seated on his couch my heart did yield

As he motioned me to join him on his right

And I unaware of the inexpressible grace

Sat at his side bathed in his force and light.

Imprinted in my soul's eternal space

The moment supreme in which my life was blessed

From birth to birth and death and birth again

When he turned to me and in that moment pressed

So gently his hand upon my abdomen;

Between his fingers the strands of his silken hair

Soft against my yielding flesh and then

I wept as lo I've wept these forty years

To have known his touch as I shed the psychic tears.