The stirrings of the heart
This pink sunrise reminds me
of a certain iconic coat.
You said You wear both,
on body and sky
and we accept Your Word
with its obvious implausibility,
(no more than the utterings of other
great mystics nor Buddha and Jesus)
attributing our perplexity to the limitations
of language, consciousness and intellectuality
purely because Your awakening prods
and stirrings of the heart
satisfy so deeply our hunger
while remaining yet a mere promise,
an intimation of the inconceivable,
ineffable glory that is our eventual due.
O child of God, truth does not appease
but perplexes the human mind.
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