Quest Divine
I read what no Man sees...
a vision comforts me,
... of the name on the rock,
long has it lived in my soul...
Steps echo the past...
sending light to guide,
knowing of purpose fills my heart,
as I walk to the Well beneath the Tree...
Sweet water stands to taste its wine...
from the cup my lips reveal,
O Moon,O Sun together as One,
Fruits of the Mystery combined...
Turning,spiraling,twisting thoughts...
lead straight to my shadowed Quest,
hidden in mind's mangled clutter,
as stillness smooths the Waves...
Tame to calm the Beast with-in...
centre is found with recouncil,
now before the Stone I stand,
to feel the glow that Odin seeked...
The sword which from the stone I pull...
its tip gleams the hints of mica,
the knowing of Self fills my heart,
the gift is mine Divine...
•© Beverly Wells-Pinkney, All rights reserved.
1 Peter 2:1-10
