Fingers turning pages of the sacred texts, he looked.... Bible, Gita, Sutra, Koran
All pointing to a way, to find, which he failed to see, failed to hear, failed to feel
Seek and you shall find, was the promise, he believed went unanswered....
But, within himself, in the serenity of his heart a celebration, a consecration, without beginning and without end, continued.... as it always had as it always would
Little did he know, he was that angel, he was searching for....
He held the very divinity that he wished to find
He was the love, whose embrace he craved, the miracle, he so desired.......
He was born with it, he lived with it, he would die with it,
The knock at his door, the longing that he felt.... was a sacred invitation meant for him and him alone, to become..... this celebration this ultimate expression beyond expectation of all that he sought.....
