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.