[Unseeking Seeker]

He who heeds our soul’s cry,
tremors as yet unvoiced,
folding us in embrace,
is who but God Himself,
as He outpours His grace.

He who heeds our soul’s cry,
of fears we’re shy to share,
responds to heart’s emote,
gentling life’s turbid storms,
that rock not God’s bliss boat.

He who heeds our soul’s cry,
yearning to feel complete,
enlivens us by touch,
no sooner we let go
of ego borne thought crutch.

He who heeds our soul’s cry,
dwells in cave of our heart;
His luminescence bright,
He guides us with His hand,
steadfast by day and night.

Monchielle