6 In The Grand Old Days...

IN THE GRAND OLD DAYS

In the grand old days

My thought was my life's sole pole-star.

My mouth and my heart,

In forms they were two

But

In spirit they were one.

I saw God, my All.

He embraced me.

He needed my love.

I demanded His Love.

His Love nullified all my

Vainglorious power in a twinkling.

My love developed into

A hushed silence.

In that silence grew a seething

Amazement:

My death in God's Immortality

And

God's Immortality in my death

Bloomed in excellence supreme.