Love drops in

He came.
There had been no gilt-edged invitation,
No pleading for his presence.
Love just wanted to drop in,
to surprise, as when He came
through locked doors.
His presence was comfortable,
needing no whys or wherefores,
and when He left,
an odor remained in the room,
Proof of some other country.

This is another poem by Carol Bialock, RSCJ and the title is 
"Another Country".