Saturday, November 9, 2013

Thread the needle

Thread the needle

How many miles to Babylon? the children chant.
Three score and ten, comes the reply.

Can I get there by candlelight?
Yes, and back again.  And back again.

In time, Babylon, and imagination -- half the distance
to heaven.  Can I get there by candlelight?

All there is to do in the game is to laugh and run
and hold on tight -- as the line weaves

and circles back ... and, one by one,
thread the needle, one by one.

How many miles to Babylon?  Insurmountable
the distance, millenniums away and back again

yet, the game has wafted down as the children chant,
their queries if not replies resonating

in quickly-beating, childish hearts; run, laugh
and hold on tight.  Lord, we want to know ...

how far and how we might arrive
at our destination and return home again.

All there is to do ... is to laugh and run, hold on tight.
Thread the needle, o child; thread the needle.

O child of God, play the game, hold on tight ...
though the journey seems uncharted and endless.

                            (Unpublished)

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