To dwell in eternity
Don’t worry, be happy, said my Lord.
In this fretful, tragic world.
An effort, perhaps, to keep daily
propping up our faithful view,
contrary to our witness, of the world as a dream.
Invulnerable, immortal beings (not creatures)
are we, far removed in reality
from its chaos, threat and drama.
To train our minds upon the truth
we cannot see and do not live,
returning solely, doggedly to it
and to His eternal promise and solace,
this is the heart of our renunciation.
The cloistered life amidst the scrabbling despair
of the market place, the dens of iniquity,
the overrun and abandoned temples.
This is our meditation,
the venue of our remembrance,
the bread we are daily given,
calling us ceaselessly, silently,
to guide us through our frightening,
obscure dreams into the final (we pray) clarity.
O child of God, the choice we have if any
is to dwell in the world or to dwell in eternity.