rrodriguez

At The Master\'s Feet

Last night as I was sleeping,

I dreamt—not ashamed! —

that a woman was sitting

at the Master’s feet.

I asked: Alone at the master’s feet,

Oh woman, are you coming to drink

the water of life,

at least that’s what I think?

Last night as I was sleeping,

I dreamt—not ashamed! —

that a woman was sitting

at the Master’s feet.

I asked: A yearning there inside your heart,

Oh woman, you want to listen to him teach,

Impart the Word of life,

Words of love for you to reach?

Last night as I was sleeping,

I dreamt—not ashamed! —

that a woman was sitting

at the Master’s feet.

I asked: are you healed of your internal bleeding

Oh woman, did you touched the Master’s cloak

With fear and love and thanksgiving?

Last night as I slept,

I dreamt—not ashamed!—

that it was I sitting

at the Master’s feet.