Masters' Hand

Awhile ago I was looking through a journal thing my mother had kept. She had written many poems and ideas, and had drawn doodles throughout the whole thing, but one of the things that she wrote stuck with me. I'm not sure if she wrote this originally but there was no reference to anyone else.

"For the brief span of time spent on this earth
it should be that we have each moment contain a treasure
for our memories to recall with fondness
and to do this
we need to take hold of the Masters' hand
to follow into hidden sanctuaries of the depths of His heart
many riches are to be found there
kinds that moths and dust cannot corrupt
items that pass tests of fire
it is here we sit in leisurely repose
warming ourselves to His softly throbbing heartbeats
lying quiet in His strong embraces
inclining our ears to words of infinite wisdom
it is here that memories thrive
and our life takes on meaning
here is where wealth is found
adding quality to years spent dwelling apart from heaven
it is here that fondess is never lacking
for the brief span of time spent on this earth
it should be that we have each moment contain a treasure
and to do this- Take hold of the Masters' hand."