Verses Of The Sikh Gurus Poem by Lynn W. Petty

I closed the cover of a book, just read;
A book of poetry, whose thoughts had touched
The sanctum sanctorum of my being.
I sat in silence pondering the depth
To which the sense of my awareness had
Been moved. I weighed the immemorial
Message of each word, whose meanings had been
Divinely etched upon the copper plate
Of thought. I floated in a dim of light
And shade, that tideless flood of nothingness,
Seeking a gleam of illumination.
While strolling through such words my mind drank deep
The inspiration found therein, which made
Intensely sensible the beauty and
The power and the majesty of its
Eternal truths. I found each leaf an age
Within the Granth of life, the text itself
Eternity.