Follow the Sun's Bidding

Mortal one
follow the sun's bidding
It dips not East nor West,
but only seeming
draws a course into
your very being
and so
be at rest
in the One
Whose heart,
though aching,
is always at peace
within you.
The inner sanctum calls
and you must answer
Where dwellest thou now?
In fervent heat and fire?
Or in coolest meadow lie?
Where dwellest thou now,
oh, little one of My Heart?
Come unto Me
I call thee to me now
and in every living breathing moment
I call thee to me in deepest earnest.
I call thee to my breast...
Come, little one, come.