6. 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
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
My death in God’s Immortality
God’s Immortality in my death
Bloomed in excellence supreme.