Saturday, April 21, 2012

Wring and pare

Wring and pare                                                                                

Narrow it down, pilgrim,
to enter the funnel’s neck.

Wring and pare, squeeze through ...
the long sliding descent into Ocean.

Your Beloved’s hand can only be grasped
this palpable moment

as you sniff the clean scent of Him,
witness His heavenly form.

Climb the path to His humble abode.
He’s not there, of course, ... unless you bring Him.

Why not let Him lead you every step from here on out?
(The only sure means of reaching your goal.)

O child of God, pride sustains your insularity. 
Companionship is a necessity and an incalculable blessing.

                             (Unpublished)


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