This imperfect human love
and its accompanying grief
which my Lord has marked
as hypocritical and self-serving,
is, as my Lord well knows,
all I have, the best part of me
and though it invites suffering
I cannot let it go, knowing
that motive would also be
hypocritical and self-serving.
I grip one bar of the trapeze
while trying to grasp the other
and end up crucified between the two
suspended far above the sawdust
not knowing which way to swing
daring not to let go of either.
O child of God, it is the duality of existence
that makes for every difficulty.
|(drawing by Rich Panico)|