There I am basking in the glow,
sitting unperturbed at Your feet
when a tumult outside the darbar
jerks me up and I hasten out
to confront the insolence and irreverence
of the intruder, the disturber of my peace.
Almost to the door (most times now),
I realize I have left without instruction
or permission Your presence,
turned my back on You; rushing away
to address the issues of my own contentions.
As my sanctimony shrivels, I skulk back,
lay my head at Your feet where I realize
I do not as yet belong in an upright body.
O child of God, anger is a signpost
letting you know you have gone astray.
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