Certain rituals have I adopted
to commune with my Lord
between protracted stretches
where I lose Him as companion
–
left in the coil of a rosary,
between the pages of a book;
or after the last ki
jai.
Lost somewhere from here to
there
as I wend my solitary way.
Certain rituals have I custom
made
to bridge the episodic estrangement,
reacquaint myself with His
everpresent
solace and mercy; rekindle
the hope
of a promised prospective
communion
where I shall remain continuously
and then eternally
awake and aware within His
holy presence.
O child of God, counter your
isolation
by embracing your own
non-existence.
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