“The Meeting”

I met him and everything hushed around my ears.
Elijah’s image rose in my head and I stood,
Watching, waiting for divine instruction…

My eyes watered at his meekness and I wanted
To give him my few crumbs of love, which he
Took,
Considered like costly pearls,
And then put them in his coat pocket.

His voice was soft, tempting no one to listen but
Listen you must—
His eyes round blue marbles piercing none yet
Crumbling my doubts with a twinkle.

Our mutual admiration sped around all those
That stood near and eaves dropped enough to discover
Two mortals speaking the same language
But one
tutored on bended knees
like an Elisha.