Humility this day is
that she has passed all thought
in stillness; beyond waiting
rests her being.
Then like a lightning flash
without light, without sound;
micromoment of all presence that ever is,
in which she knows all that there is to know
beyond all thinking it; humility
and glory then the same.
Now no need for questioning:
she nor others; disbelievers; enemies;
herself, all that concerns her, now known fully;
she, now full of truth.
Later words may come;
as though there might be two in her humility;
she, now full of unity;
she lives the perfect prayer:
perfect come from perfect;
and when her time and time itself is ripe,
perfect shall be taken from that perfect;
and perfect will remain with her;
she, now full of god, of good;
who dares or dares not call her blest
save she herself; hands folded into lap,
head a little bowed, eyes down;
she now full of god, of good?
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