My shop is not yet sold
Ramjoo came to You lumbering
upon the crutch of propriety
for liberation and wholeness.
You ordered him to anyone and everyone
say before a greeting or conversation,
my shop is not yet sold.
Gave him a choice he could not evade
and when relatives and neighbors knocked,
the floodgates opened upon shame,
ridicule and ostracism.
Such was Your kindness and his deliverance
from putting any solace ahead of You and God -
the same demand You make of me.
I bolt my door and do not answer,
pretending no one is at home.
(My shop is not yet sold.)
O child of God, you reach for God
while tenaciously holding to your other investments.