Our toddling faith
There are long stretches
when Baba carries you
until determining you are ready
to place your feet again upon the sod.
Then, apparently, He sets you down,
this act proof you are strong enough
to walk the walk, though most times,
suspecting abandonment, all we seek
is to climb back into His arms.
Still He abides, constant Companion,
invoking a scenario whereby
we might clutch with our hearts,
regardless of evidence or circumstance,
His being, blessings, love and mercy,
break through our paralysis
to thus exercise and strengthen
our toddling faith in Him,
our fate and in ourselves.
O child of God, Meher Baba doesn't talk.
He just walks the walk.