To Whom I write
Sometimes, I lose track of my soul
writing this poetry, believing words
are the goal and for others
I’m spilling (like blood from a vein)
ink upon the page, but I’m reminded
at the heel of every missive –
O child of God – to Whom I write
and to whose benefit I pursue
this circuitous alchemy of words.
Lord, You leave me no choice –
by that I am ever tormented
and for that I’m ever grateful.
You keep shutting the door
to any possibility of another life.
Hewing it down, accompanying me
in my worldly pursuit, as I sort
through the muddled vagaries of Illusion,
renounce the false and cling to the true
and, among the history of seekers,
renowned and anonymous, take my place.
O child of God, there are only two – child
and Father – until there is only One.