The truth of illusion

The truth of illusion                                                                                  

Moths circle the lamp, hover

and hurtle, attracted to the flame

but, also driven from the midst

of their dark surroundings.

You reach God

when you come to the end of yourself.

You get wise.  It’s the truth of illusion

that shatters, that jades;

the truth of illusion that bores, sates,

disheartens, disenchants.

You rush toward God when God

outshines His surroundings.

When the dark has gobbled you up –

bones and blood.

You rush and flail

and hurl yourself toward the light

when you see there’s nothing

in the darkness worth living for.

O child of God, turn from illusion

toward the way, the truth, the light.