A Mystics Verse, I Will Isten

A Mystic’s Verse, I Will Listen I roamed plains, prairies, climbed peaks. I fell into seas, slept and dreamed in valleys. I groped about, lost in darker veins. I rode a white mare into burning light. I crept endless roads of loss, Trying all the angles, Having only a touch of vague friends. Never simple. Not easy. No foundation Before I asked for you to come To touch my soul. To surround. To capture, To pervade. In the absolute. To expect To hear your voice, which by faith Of a knowing I would...I did. Believe. On a hot, June night, laying out flat Back on the dusty floor. Secluded. I did not see the hovering dove. But, I heard, Not to my outer ears. To my fully inner receiving. Undeniably you. Greater than an intuition. An expanding Of the soul to total revealed being — In communion with the message; In surrender to the creator of love; Bringing an ecstasy. Of the Promises. Of all possibilities. Of those visions of the prophets. Full messages. No more roaming. Tho altogether freed. A rose brushed onto my life. And Words sent to comfort, to grip, to secure. Made a witness. Called a daughter... Hearing the calls to her soul. Alleluia! Lord be praised! Bless us, every one. —————————————————————————————————- (c) sally young eslinger1/17/2021 Thanks be to God