That Which Is
That Which IS
(for Julian of Norwich)
by
Rick Folker
I came across it
in a bookstore
As if you were standing
right there and smiling,
"Now do you understand?
It IS enough."
You, in your cloistered cell
assured us of the death of fear
and the inifinite Reality,
"All will be well, all manner of things
will be infinitely well."
Now, neither the approbation of humankind
nor the critic's nod to what is sacred; what is profane
Can dispel or impede my very self from ever-seeking
the Divine: in you, in me, in others
And now and then I catch a short mystical breeze
when multiplicity disappears into unity
And I gain some understanding of words like:
Ground of Being, Ineffable knowing, Dark night, Eterna Luce,
the Eternal Now
And such knowing is more than enough to sustain me
to carry this struggling soul
From exile; from wandering
To a place where you pointed
That strange country now seems familiar
And I realize that I am Home
Copyright © Rick Folker | Year Posted 2017
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