N A M A S T E

To greet you
as you greet me

to bow down, look up, to the Lord in you

what more perfect, easy, pure,
than to fill a ritual
that needs no thought to plan

with all the heart may present offer; .

to join my hands and bow my eyes
that see now only Him,

raise them to see Him in you;
only perfect then remains

namaste

poem by Michael Shepherd
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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