A Dream of God

In the vibratory silence of the room

Where souls in silent adoration sat,

I spoke and words not from my making came.

There seemed to settle in the stillness there

An atmosphere surcharged with light and love.

No sound escaped but my lone voice spoke on

Heard in the deeper spaces of the heart.

My mind lay bare the higher voice to hear,

To feel the presence in my halting speech

That uttered more in silence than in sound.

I saw their eyes, the few enlightened ones

And how the spirit touched began to sing.

The psychic tears poured down, Her joy was theirs

And they, feeling Her close began to weep,

For beauty and delight on downy wings

Settled on their souls remembered dawns

When spirit to the spirit was unmasked

And in the fires of the holy night

And in the burning splendour of the day

Each being knew the other as itself,

The world a dream of God in which we play.