Monday, March 2, 2020

All or nothing

All or nothing                                                                                             

Slowed by age, my relationship
with the Friend has perked up,

wringing out, at times, from the very
heart and marrow, wine and tears.

I harbor no hope, as this intimacy
steadily grows, for a long life,

knowing, by faith, time is a fantasy.
I’ll depart whenever,

at the perfect moment and while my life shall end,
(strictly speaking, by a sort of carefree conviction)

I’ll keep hurtling onward without pause or lapse,
my Companion clutched to my breast,

toward the end and the Goal –
wherever the Truth may take us.

O child of God, all is arranged, all benevolent
or else nothing, nothing, nothing matters at all.

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