I have been as lost as the world
and in innumerable ways I still am.
The mystery of which I often speak
is only with the borrowed authority
of my Lord, the tenuous authority of my faith.
I am unequal to the world
but my Lord has overcome it,
shown me true things (I pray), inside and out;
leading me from my numerous trepidations
step by step; awakening me even here
in this bewildering wilderness with a desert silence.
O this restless world (!)
is but a dirt-encrusted pearl
spinning in silent space
having fallen from a necklace
torn from around His mighty throat.
O child of God, each day with trust and faith
you piece together His obscure, subjective clues.
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