Sunday, November 6, 2016

Extraordinary forms

Extraordinary forms                                                                        

So many masters in the world
promising liberation.  I belong to the One

Who declared Himself
liberated from all promises.

Down to the bitter dregs,
now the real work begins.

Nostalgic for that moonlit garden;
the fragrance of His sanctuary ...

but, the artist sculpts in a studio, 
far from the garden’s pedestal;

no slaughterhouse in a field of lilies,
nor butcher’s table beneath the pergola.

Love takes extraordinary forms –
disillusionment, grief, chaos, despair.

He gives us fair warning –
not for the weak, nor the faint-hearted.

O child of God, the One Who seems so far away,
is at your elbow, sword in hand.

                  (from A Jewel in the Dust)    

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