The narrow path
Your wine glass shattered within me,
the jagged edges burning,
the wine drained away.
How to piece together a broken life?
What could make it whole - after You walked through it?
Lead me from these ruins, o Lord.
I remember climbing that yonder Hill -
that's where the blood trail starts.
Lost to the world, lost in the heart-regions
on this narrow, crooked path leading home.
O child of God, your Beloved chose this path for you.
Ordinary life is all of heaven your timid heart can hold.
(from The Garden of Surrender, 2004)
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