Saturday, July 19, 2014

Cigar box treasures

Cigar box treasures                                                                               

O child, your father is kindly indulgent,
viewing your cigar box treasures.

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?

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