Saturday, March 2, 2013

Man of God


Thin-skinned heart                                 

You say, Don’t try to understand Me. 
Good advice, since You don’t seem

to quite make sense, that is to say,
nothing seems to fit ... and You,

of course, are everything
but, every so often You send me off

on an analytical jag, knowing
I’ll come back around because ...

my thoughts always lead me in circles.
It’s about time, this time;

inevitability and purpose, distance
and proximity and the ubiquitous

reality of non-significance ... while never leaving,
mind You, the confines of my thick skull,

never venturing near the love-strapped,
thin-skinned heart I bear inside ...

until I am, at last, back on Your stoop,
knocking on Your door ... and being let in

graciously, mercifully, as I fall in timeless,
eternal repetition, at the unfathomable,

beyond imagination and conception, illusion
of Your body and Your holy, human feet.

O child of God, one significant allurement of faith
is the lack of any coherent alternative.

                       (Unpublished)

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