SOMETIMES IN DREAM—HERON RISING

(Published in Mother India -October 2006)

I saw her as the sun began to die,
A slowly rising ribbon of feathered light
The great wings flapping soundlessly and I
Beneath the unfolding miracle of white.

Sometimes in dream my soul has swiftly flown
To heavens unvisited by mortal thought
In silver vastnesses with God alone
Where golden tapestries of life are wrought.

And now the silence sings to me its songs
The breezes whisper fragrantly a Name,
A power of love to rectify all wrongs
A face divine the seraphim proclaim.

I have heard his voice melodious and sweet
And knelt before the Golden Lady's feet.