Ere I was born, I belonged to You.
Thirty years first on the framework, backdrop
of the Christ’s gospel – so strange a child;
fresh into manhood and the wicked world,
carving out a painful niche in the hillside.
Until a desperate leave-taking quest for peace –
learning at least the mechanics of suffering;
and (by Your grace) the revelation of my poverty.
Entering, at last, a long term relationship with the Old
Man,
the Buddha and that original, childhood Jesus
on just those same terms of credulity and faith,
the remainder of my life knowing all I need to know
of the truth of You and Your new life,
loaves-and-fishes, bread-and-wine Companionship.
O child of God, hark back to your beginnings.
The path to Glory is circular.
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