The Saints

Thy form is beautiful.
Thy long flowing beard is beautiful, each hair is different yet it comes from the same face.
Your posture and uniform are immaculate.
So many different turbans, yet 1 meaning.
Your words are soft, with a real meaning and hit a cord within the listener.
Your eyes are full of love.
How my heart aches for your company when you are gone!
And when you are with me I am blessed.
Who says we can not see the Gurus!? When I look into your eyes, I see all of them!