Twigs
and mud
They
gave me a name at birth
and
I’ve answered to it ever since.
Sometimes
when called upon I wonder –
who
is that masked man anyway?
Maybe
I’m one of God’s sparrows
settled
into a nest of twigs and mud.
The
truth is I’ve never learned
who
I am; only my habits.
As
I meticulously strive to make certain
I
am never a surprise to myself.
At
my birth they wrote down who I am.
I’ve
lived a long life under that name
and
yet, still, a mystery I remain,
unto
myself and every other.
O
child of God, direct your gaze inward
and confront the riddle
of who you are.
The
miracle realm
At
the keyboard again and who’s peering
over
my shoulder, revising my text as I write?
To
believe in the Muse of poetry
opens
the door to other spirits –
archangels,
cherubs, seraphs . . . and God.
Daily
we truck in goods of the apparent,
rarely
touching upon the Mystery.
Yet,
we are offered but one illusory choice –
to
cling to our known world
or
to enter by faith the miracle realm
of
holy men, masts, Masters and Avatars.
No
one, my Lord advises,
steps
into that Holiness
with
one foot yet planted in the profane.
O
child of God, you have no choice – so foreign
is this transient world
to your eternal soul.
After
the Flood
I
was there when the world ended,
ancient
landmarks washed away;
the
rains letting up and my Lord appeared –
first
as Polaris guiding me upon the flood,
then
as Noah at the wheel, sharing the journey.
I’m
on night duty these days,
insubstantial
as a moon shadow,
just
present enough to tend to my chores
while
Noah guides the ship
upon
the boundless main,
beneath
the moonglow
and
the North Star,
awaiting
a new adventure
once
the waters recede.
O
child of God, for the New Life to begin,
the old life must be swept
away.
Nearer
my God to Thee
In
the Pentecostal pews of my childhood, we sang,
(as
they did when the Titanic went down)
nearer,
nearer, my God, to Thee.
Years
later, I was told by Meher
that
God is nearer than my breath,
thus
unsettling my resolve to inch ever closer –
God
being always at hand,
yet
beyond my ability
to
know and feel His presence.
Having
wondered for a lifetime if God exists,
my
Lord suggested that I should instead question
whether
or not I exist. And the answer to
that
might
relieve me of every burden
accumulated
over a lifetime of search.
O
child, get nearer to God (per Meher), by moving
further and further
from I, me and mine.
