Concealment 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 is the aridity of a lost World
Seeking divine atonement
Through the veils of Concealment
Wondering at the ebbing and flowing
Of the oceans and the mystery of the Worlds'
Universal secrets.

I flounder in this weak human condition
Ever reaching toward my Creator
Who sustains my restless Soul
Protecting me from turbulent storms
Sailing the ark of my spiritual life
Reborn as a tiny babe ~