Spiritual Poems continued....

                   The Meeting
I am coming to meet you for the first time
I must make myself empty 
To fill myself with you to the core;
I must be pure,cleansed of every blemish,
That lurk in hidden crevices
I must clear my mind of all stray thoughts
And fill it with the sweet nothing of your name;
Then with offerings for you
I must tread the diffucult path
Across the hills to the farthest land
Wherein lies your abode
The thorns,the stones,the boulders,
Will not deter me on my path
The pain, the strain ,the sweat,
Will propel me further
Until I reach your abode;
What will I do
When, after the long trudge,
 Ihave the first vision of you/?
Will I collapse at your golden feet,
Or fall into your arms in a swoon
Of unbelieving rapture and ecstacy?