Saturday, May 16, 2015

Streets without love

Streets without love

Hold to My damaan, Meher said;
for those times where there's left

not a shred of anything else within reach;
a damaan of straw, one last hope to grasp

where He dare not refuse; when you can't
weave your way any farther

through streets without love;
when you need to

unburden your chest of the weighty
function and duty of self;

a damaan to dry tears upon,
clean slates, bind wounds;

to yield a small sheer square -
the fluttering white flag of surrender.

O child of God, hold to His damaan
until you are ready to unhand everything.

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