Extasy









Deep meditation’s prayer brought its fruit

The saintly man, enraptured glory viewed

Unveiled to him, before his dazzling sight

Were things that are to common men denied.



Delight, elation, blissful ecstasy,

He tasted  and drank deep from Mystery,

And in transported rapture’s joy he cried:

“Remain sweet vision, stay with me abide!



But while yet relishing  delight, he heard:

Friend!- things of more import are much preferred,

Your visilon showed you all that you can take,

But now cut loose, let go forget,  forsake!



I have no hand,- I lent it onto you,

You have from hence to do and implement

The works  I did on earth and to pursue

My way round you in your environment.



Your country is in trouble and its sod

Is dried out,  barren and it  brings no fruit

And basnished from the schools I AM - your God

WHO IS  from whom comes every joy and good.



And thus my friend go back to mother earth,

Forget for the time  being bright cloud nine,

But try to watering remedy  the dearth

And work zeal on my much whethered vine.



Some  Vets of yours are homeless, - poverty

Does crippple the brave hero coming home,

Cry out against this crime’s enormity !

Until your east and western oceans foam!



Forget angelic singing sweet and bright,

Cloud Nine, and your perception’s brilliant light,

Direct your faculties to now perceive

“A destitute is tugging on your sleeve.:











©Elizabeth Dandy








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