Only Kalyan chose to believe the Master,
fetching a lantern for the noonday prayers;
others wanting to believe but left stranded
as the ship sailed, grieved and abandoned.
It’s hard to see the Light; hard to see the darkness,
to put your lips upon the foul and deadly
with no inner assurance of salvation and sweetness,
the universe bearing unholy witness against you.
An absurd, lonely, desperate risk and quest
(He ever describe it otherwise)
to go against the sum total of all you’ve ever known.
O lonely, hopeless seeker of God, only Meher is there
to balance the celestial scales, only Meher, only Meher
inviting you to join Him in His divine madness.
O child of God, run fetch the lantern!
Follow your Lord into the noonday sun.