Assortment of blessings

Assortment of blessings                                                               

A lover arriving from the west, the end

of her long quest to meet the Beloved. 

Tomorrow, You said; Eruch protesting –

she’s come so far;  she so wants to see You.

Tomorrow, You said, she will want

to see Me even more. 

In the assortment of blessings You give

is the longing to see You even more –

a fiery, chafing treasure, at times, requiring You

to give nothing or, even, take away.

I squander that treasure daily on heart-strangers

with little or nothing left for the Giver.

I come knocking on Your door, waiting to be

granted admission and are ever turned away,

having not accumulated enough pure longing

to be ushered into Your welcoming arms.

O child of God, the blessings of your Beloved

are dissimilar to the blessings of the world.