Saturday, July 19, 2014

Cigar box treasures

Cigar box treasures

Of his son, the father is kindly indulgent,
showing off his cigar box treasures.

One day he will put away childish things.
You live in the apparent, o child;

pray in the apparent.
You hope to catch God's ear

with imaginings
garnered from the teachings -

proud of your knowledge, your disciplines,
your rock-ribbed faith.  O petitioner!

You have to be broken to pray -
drop to your knees as if from a blow;

broken, not like a horse - but, irrevocably,
like an egg crushed underfoot.

You have to bring to your father
your most humble possessions -

ignorance, trepidation, disbelief;
helplessness and bewilderment.

You have to bring Him the truth
sans adornment or elaboration.

O child of God, when will you view yourself
through the eyes of your father?

                      (Unpublished)

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