Shivers down the spine

The world seems sane and ordinary
and effect follows cause
in predictable procession
until, one day,
we start to pray - I mean really pray
-approaching the Lord of All
with deep-felt need and heart afire
and above all, that divine confidence
there there really is
one who listens and cares.
And then there's the tingle in the spine,
as time slows down,
and without our will or knowledge,
words form that seem to respond to what we are saying.
Not heard, not seen,
just there in consciousness,
like gold bars, laid silently within us.
And as we turn our eyes outward,
nothing is the same,
a new dimension has come into being
which alters every meaning,
every feeling,
every plan.

My Granny

"Hello my little maid," she said
with that kind smile flashing,
and suddenly there she was,
entire, complete, my granny,
my lovely lovable granny,
whom I'd missed so much,
smiling still as she held that tiny babe-
my nephew Nicky,
and all the years had flown away,
and I could see the brave eyes shining,
eyes that had seen so much,
gentle hands that had lost so much,
and of course I knew
we were forty years on
and she was gone,
but o granny,
how lovely to see your portrait,
and know I could look into your eyes,
and see your kind smile,
and imagine your gentle hands
every day
and hear you say,
"Hello my little maid."