A gold coin
You asked me to follow You.
Like Jonah, there were places I'd rather be.
The belly of a fish can be made comfortable
if the foreign shore holds enough dread --
darkness can be soothing to the eyes;
that constant stench can carry
the solace of familiarity.
You said, 'Get naked.' When I didn't
shed my clothes quickly enough,
You took matters into Your own hands.
These days, I go about repeating Your name
like hammering nails into a coffin.
Make me a gold coin, Lord, glittering in the sunlight,
when You finally slit the fish's belly.
O child of God, the Beloved is pointing out,
with His graceful fingers, the land of milk and honey.
(from A Jewel in the Dust)