Saturday, March 2, 2013

Thin-skinned heart



Thin-skinned heart                                                                       

You say, Don’t try to understand Me
Good advice, since You don’t  

quite make sense, that is to say,
nothing seems to fit and You,

of course, are everything
but, every so often You send me off

on an analytical jag, knowing
I’ll come back around because

my thoughts always lead me in circles.
It’s about time, this time;

inevitability and purpose, distance
and proximity and the ubiquitous

reality of non-significance while never leaving,
mind You, the confines of my thick skull,

never venturing near the love-strapped,
thin-skinned heart I bear inside

until I am, at last, back on Your stoop,
knocking on Your door and being let in

graciously, mercifully, as I fall in timeless,
eternal repetition, at the unfathomable,

beyond imagination and conception, illusion
of Your body and Your holy, human feet.

O child of God, one significant allurement of faith
is the lack of any coherent alternative.

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