Universal Secrets Poem by Helen Crutchett

I'm just a slave
intoxicated
with the call of love
from the beloved
I pray for mercy and
correction

Shelter from the heat in
the desert of my lost soul
thirsty for the sip
from the chalice
seeking divine
light

Concealing the mysteries
of the ebbing and flowing
of the oceans tides
I continue in this weak
human
condition

Ever reaching toward my Creator
who nourishes my hungry Soul,
protection from turbulent
storms, sailing in the ark
of my spiritual life reborn as a tiny
babe.