To receive the Glory,
The glory arising with every breath
Neither far nor near,
But everywhere
In the silent space within it All.
Ah, it's not a waiting,
But an opening to joy.
Living on the edge of
Life's ups and downs
One day the Glory just finds us,
Sitting and open,
A still field of light in every smile,
A sparkle in everyone's eyes,
Whether seen
Or not seen.
The you, the me,
The them.
It matters little then.
When at last there is
Just this Glory
Unfolding
Everywhere.
— Susan H. Pitcairn,, 1-12-10
