It takes a death
It takes a death, often
to bring us down to earth,
to the dove’s heart a blow,
an arrow bestirring the dust,
a crucifixion of some sort,
whether on rough timbers
or the rotting beams of old bones;
grave dust lading and silhouetting
our common little crucifixes built humbly
upon the rickety bridges of nothingness.
But also revealing the genuinely endearing
human qualities of valor and gallantry –
for how else may God be brave but through us?
Clearing the air long enough to glimpse:
Everyone is continuously reaching for God,
for love, for the above ground truth of who we are.
O child of God, there’s nothing to seek;
nothing to find but the hidden One.