In the stillness I sometimes hear him.
That beautiful voice fills the space within
With words of wisdom, in gentle tone,
And as I listen, the voice becomes my own.

Suffused with Love, I buzz with life
In every fibre of my being. Alive!
With eyes closed, seeing, sensing, knowing,
Mysteries unfold, in white light glowing.

He talks without a word spoken,
In silence filled with sound unheard.
The wonder of the Truth, unbroken
By life’s struggles – the sacred Word.

He leaves; but not gone. Always there,
Always ready, with time to spare.
With tolerance and patience unending,
He teaches and encourages with loving care.