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