A neglected garden knotted in thorns ...
You lured me from the gate
with a promise of wine; the fragrance
of jasmine, roses and tuberose;
distant blue mountains,
buried veins of ruby and gold,
brightly plumed birds,
greeneries of herbs and spices.
O, I’m in open country now –
let the sun parch, rains soak, winds punish;
my vision is upon that jagged horizon.
No one to blame, not even myself;
no punishment to mete out or receive,
just settling down to the business at hand –
the long trek back
towards that towering
range of love, that high realm
of utter absolution.
O child of God, step beyond your guilt and return
to the lost paradise of your eternal Beloved.