Not one crumb
Words fail me. With a deft swipe
I’m tempted to wipe clean this page
like clearing tiles from a board game.
Not one crumb do I know
of the great secrets and mysteries.
Meanwhile I’m being methodically
stripped of fear in a process
far beyond my understanding and abilities,
an ungovernable aspect of my awakening.
My only choice is between love and fear –
that old conflict of heart and head –
to battle strident and self-glorious
my illusory enemies or to fall silently
on my Lord’s terrible outstretched sword.
O child of God, words fail you because you
speak of things you know so little about.
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