Under the straw
You’re being smuggled out of the country.
This is not a time for questions –
Why are we turning down this street?
How were these documents obtained?
Whose identity have I stolen?
How much farther to the border?
Pilgrim! You don’t need answers
nor is your advice welcome.
The only words coming from your mouth
should be, “Thank You. Thank You!”.
Keep low. Don’t give yourself away. Stay huddled
under the straw in the back of the truck.
When Jesus healed the blind man, do you think
the fellow looked around, admiring the landscape?
He gazed upon the face of his Savior.
What a sight for sore eyes!
O child of God, as promised, Meher Baba awaits you,
just over the line, arms opened wide.
(from A Jewel in the Dust)