Meet in Meditation

You are Lord, Great! I’m Slave cognate
I live on this side, on the other You bide.

Your door is shut, I don’t know to do what!
I’m hesitant to knock and out I stand in shock.
For sure, I know, you would respond though.

But I’m shy and don’t know why, I don’t knock
Lest, you don’t unlock and talk.

You surely understand, out I stand,
in the sun, rain and storm.
Waiting firm for your alarm,
for all my bale you are balm.

Please open your door,
I don't want anything more.
I die to meet thy, beyond the door.

In any case,
If you don’t wish to see my face,
As, I’m stinky and slime, O Divine.

Let’s then talk, heart to heart,
It’s a spiritual art.
Let elements out, take its toll, no doubt,
from mine.
For my frame is full of crime.

Let the creditor, wrench out this poor debtor,
no matter, how much it hurt.

You don’t even grudge,
Till I pay my charge, door won’t budge
I know that tale, very well.

For Your sake, I’ll make full payment due,
I promise, I’ll pay full not only few.

Ever I cringe, crouched in my body tomb,
Prithee! O Heaven, let me enter your Den.
Inner of me saying thee, with every throb;
Lord! Do you hear, no more I can bear,
‘please let me demob’.

In this mud hive, I don't want to live,
Lord! please do believe.
My abode isn’t here for sure,
It’s beyond the door.

From behind the door,
You always call me ashore.
Lord, that I know and I bow.
But I balk in vain,
being immured in body den.

I know, I can't embrace you though,
with my physical body intact.
Door will deter, body keeps me in fetter,
and block my entry, in fact.

As out of body I go, I know for sure,
You will open the door.
As Your door open, none can stop me then,
entering inside, where I’ll ever bide.

Neither my body den, nor your door close or open
Nothing can nix this eternal fix, my Lord.
Till then, let’s meet in Meditation,
no cable no cord.