Tuesday, December 12, 2017

Under the tent flap

Under the tent flap                   

In darkness, I keep returning
to the elephant’s fan and spear,

serpent and rope, column and throne,  
each being not only partial and false

but, also – in our singularly karmic journeys –
heartbreakingly valid and vital.

Each to his own under the tent flap
and in that similar captivity,

am I required to assign myself
no greater accuracy or piety

than any other of those rowdy souls groping,
out of necessity, the enigmatic shape before us

and include myself first
among the mere mortals

in their inherent inability to ever coax
the entire creature fully into the light.

O child of God, withhold judgment 
of a particular for the sake of the One.


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