Saturday, July 25, 2015

Unwritten rules

Unwritten rules

They keep scrupulously,
cupped hands, upturned faces,

the unspoken, written-down rules
of the One who came

not to teach but to awaken,
while the unwritten rules

slip into one ear and out the other;
their hearts like fire through a cheap hotel

or myrrh through a thurible;
they sift the gathered evidence

ashes in hands
while leaving undetected

the living voice that nudges
gently the lover; either practice

dangerous in the extreme
but with an intimacy in the latter,

an inwardness beyond the rattling bars,
in the long-sought-after Constant Companion.

O child of God, His voice is the deep one
your heart has been ever aching to hear.

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