The Sacrament of The Present Moment. To Mrs Doris Dancy and Family by Manatita
For Your diligence, kindness, gift for story-telling and the beauty of a Soul in Christ.
Come, my Beloved, Quell the ignorance of my unruly mind;
Like fire in wood, burn all my lingering doubts of millennia!
No more heavy burdens of past afflictions;
Now as I knock on the gates of Your Heart-Citadel,
Bring forward my looming apprehensions,
In the expediency of today.
Let all my past woes and future urgencies, like salt,
Dissolve in a whirlwind current of rapid streams;
Make me worthy of the Sacrament of the Present Moment.
Beloved, augment my power of discernment.
Let me learn from the green ferns,
The lilies; the fauna of nature ...
As even Solomon in all his glory,
Fell short of their peerless majesty;
Their tapestry of colours and poise.
No more special Saturdays, Sunday ‘chills’ or ritual prayers.
All I know, is that I need Your sweet serenity inside my Heart;
Your Peace, in the Sacrament of the Present Moment.
Time is dragging heavy; each moment
Carries its own dawns and new regrets.
Why then, like the deer,
Should I dwell on my own shadows?
Should I forget the musk that is within my own being?
I wish to reminisce along the banks of the Yamuna,
With a flute in my hands and Your glory on my lips,
With pranams in adoration,
To Your Sacrament of the Present Moment.
Beloved, now in this Here and Now,
Here in this angel-blessed moment,
Let this glowing Light - the Grace which makes the dumb speak
And the blind see -
Bless me with the rapture of Thy mercy;
May Your Love radiate in the magnificence of my Soul,
In the Presence of the Eternal Now.
-Manatita (Bard of Solace.) 20th July, 2014. ©Copyrighted.
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