You often slip my mind
but are lodged ever firmly in my chest -
the best part of me now. The real part.
Neglected at times in the crowded house -
guests milling about, unintended, uninvited.
Luminous in Your flowing white gown,
I inch toward You, working the crowd,
strangers tugging at my sleeve,
inserting themselves between us,
spinning me around by the shoulder.
Everyone has something important to tell me.
I reach You and fall at Your feet.
When I lift my head the house is empty
save for You and me. I keep all sorts
of images like this in my head.
But, I want to know You in my chest -
aglow in the iron-ribbed furnace,
cheeks ruddy, neck flushed,
eyes green fire, tears unbidden.
I want You to leave me impaired -
sated, wondrous and bewildered,
mouth clamped shut so no smoke escapes.
O child of God, oneness begins with constancy
so complete it shatters the illusion of duality.