All talk about the Path and the Goal,
said my Lord, is a lantern carried by a blind man.
Afraid of the
darkness and feeling no one
near enough
trustworthy (save myself)
to traverse the
perilous way, I have begged
time and again for
more light! A brighter lantern!
A blind man needs a staff in his hand, said
my Lord.
And He has provided
me one of a sort,
merely out of
compassion – a substitute for sight;
shown the methods
of probing with it,
my hitting upon many
a brief, comforting revelation
when I have been
unable to move forward
any other way, incapable
of perceiving Him
always near and
ever ready
to provide all the
guidance I should ever require.
The lover needs his hand in the God-Man's, He said.
And I am groping
blindly now for that hand,
ready to discard at
last the false
and temporary
solace of the ineffectual lantern,
the rigid, unwieldy
staff.
O child of God, it
is up to you and your fate to grasp
and yield to His
omnipotent authority and shelter.
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