No leave-takings

No leave-takings                                                                                        
 
One by one, my sons left home – walking each
down to the property’s edge; entrusting them  
 
reluctantly to God, themselves and fate.
One day, I’ll stand at the same gate
 
and watch myself disappear over the hilltop,
knowing, at last, that I do not, never did
 
hold any sovereignty over that character
I’ve known so thoroughly, portrayed so well.
 
To get to God, apparently, is to forsake
the only other intimacy I’ve ever known,
 
neither of us having any real existence
or relationship beyond the omnipresence of God.
 
O child of God, in truth there are (says Meher)
no leave-takings, no loss nor gain.