Honoring God just might require you
to become inconsequential – disappear in fact,
or failing that, a mere dust mote
floating upon the light, slanted air.
You might find it your sacred duty
to fold yourself away in a drawer
somewhere or stay mutely perched
upon some high shelf way in the back,
becoming, in only apparent ways,
yourself one of the least, the very least.
The laudable Joshu insisted it is better
to go without even one laudable thing.
O child of God, Meher said nothing matters
(in this wicked old world) but love for God.
|(painting by Joe DiSabatino)|