By Sister Initiate Zheng, Durham, U.K

With a subtle sigh of Yours,
Myriad planets tremble.
Oh Lord! Help me shake off my illusions of many lives,
And let me rest in peace in Your garden.
Weave me as a thread into Your canvas,
Or, an inch of earth beneath Your feet I'll be,
In silence and awe, gazing at Your radiant countenance.

Oh Lord! Help me traverse the unending ancient path,
To return to Your palace once more.
Be a musical note hovering over Your harp,
Or, just a quiet blue sky outside Your window,
In silence and awe, listening to Your divine voice.

Oh Lord! Your call, though wordless,
Has summoned innumerable souls Home.

Who's Calling Who? The Call Of The Lord The Moon A Drop Of Tear All The Best, Master!