Finding grace

Finding grace                                                                                   

Mehera asked, years ago, why You chose

so barren a place for Your ashram

(and Your Tomb) ... landscape of dust 
and thorns; scorpions, cobras and kraits.

Then, My lovers, You said,

will come only for Me ... nothing else.

These days, You’ve turned

much of my world into dust and thorns --

a bleak, prickly terrain

devoid of sustenance and satiation,

rife with scrapes, stings and venom,  

so that each day, I show up ... only for You

and when side-tracked, return ... only to You,

as the friendly ground shrivels

and the periphery grows wilder,

more and more, finding grace

in the isolation and disparity,

in eccentricity, disillusionment and despair.

O child of God, rejoice when your life becomes a Tomb

in the desolate region of a strange land.

                       (Unpublished)