A Mystic Verse, Does He Know

A Mystic’s Verse Before I even ask? So then does he know I Lie in my prayers awaiting his brushing touch Along my face? Awaiting His untangling of the rose ribbons So caught around and binding my soul? Oh, to again feel my being as he made me! Now I raise a blistered voice, “Stay! Oh, stay!” That these close moments may not pass And our prayer together not end With my tears still flowing Into the great silence... Still...my tears...upon the notice of God As I lay in my bed ... There is pain in the stemming of my soul Until an invisible fusion of solace warms. Again the fingertips of love linger on my cheek So I may know a settling off to sleep, After my receipt of the secret volumes Of a mystical event, Of consoling, assuring grace ...Indeed, he knows.