When the Father awakened me
From sleeping mortal sense,
I felt
No harsh jerk
Intruding on my peace
Nor rash alarm—dazzling—
But I fathomed the warmth
Of a gentle tap on the shoulder
Pointing up, telling me
To eject dark mortal viewing
And clasp firmly the staff
Of Love,
Breaking through
Bleak screens of mortality
Reaching Spirit's path.
Now, I am in vivid focus
Seeing man clearly, radiantly.
