Lord, you have guided me,
(tugged by the sleeve) – this dream-figure
I loosely inhabit, yet cling to so firmly,
plowing through the minefield of another
stepping stone, planting and reaping as necessary.
You’ve known all along where we are going
while I haven’t yet a hint, only lately being given
a dim sense of direction and purpose –
drawn from the woods onto a vast plain.
I am to leave in the shadows my timepiece,
the paste of my jewelry; papers of identification,
a neat pile of shoes and clothes; then slicing deeper,
to flesh and bone, thoughts and passion
as I pare down to become lighter than wind,
my fate part and particle of the whole agenda –
across to those mountains and the ocean beyond,
becoming inevitably my Self, loosening
a proprietary grip on this dream
and the tiny, absurd yet persistent
misconception of who I really am.
O child of God, you have stumbled a few steps closer.
O how terribly far you have yet to go!