Call me down

Call me down                                                                                            

Call me Zacchaeus in the sycamore tree,

a small man keeping myself above the crowd,

asking God for a glimpse only

of the One among the multitude,

that striding flesh of love and purity

ever beyond my outstretched hands.

I have attained this reasonable height

by effort and cleverness.

Hidden among the foliage to pray

with as much heart as I can muster –

come by me, Lord, and call me down. 

Address me this day or any other

and lead me home along Your route

to bless it beyond my understanding.

O child of God, the ancient path, says Meher,

is a circuitous one, leading back home.