And we go on and on, <br />Neither sleeping nor awake, <br />Towards the meeting, unaware <br />That we are already there. <br />That the silence is perfect, <br />And that the flesh is gone. <br />The call still is not heard <br />Nor does the Caller reveal his face. <br /> <br />But perhaps this might be <br />Oh, my love, the gift <br />Of the eternal Face without gestures <br />And of the kingdom without form!<br /><br />Gabriela Mistral<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/anniversary-33/
