Saturday, July 12, 2014

The rhabdomancer's art

The rhabdomancer's art

You want the living water
but, long crusted over is that fount.

Your tears speckle the non-descript dust
while a stone's drop beneath you,

silent to your ears,
the living water roils

in the thirst-no-more fountain of Jesus.
It requires the rhabdomancer's art -

a true divination where and how
to unearth this treasure.

You'll never find it on your own -
you're not sharp enough,

your dual, disparate ends
not coming together

into that magically effective,
one-pointed rod of divining and divinity.

O child of God, silently Meher points the way
to the most rewarding place to delve.

                        (Unpublished)

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