Water strider

Water strider                                                                                            
 
Whatever you say about God,
declared Meister Eckhart, is untrue.
 
(Including, presumably, his own
aforementioned pronouncement).
 
Buddha simply smiled and upheld a flower.
Meher stopped speaking altogether.  
 
It was the best He could do for His lovers –
with their scaled eyes, human ears,
 
chattering brains; fledgling hearts
beating erratically in their chests.
 
This poetry is not about God
but about the swirling images
 
and ideas surrounding God.
The water strider knows well its milieu
 
but it cannot, could never (spindly lightweight),
fathom the depths below the surface;
 
incapable of deep submersion;
incapable of ever drowning.
 
O child of God, Meher gives you words
in lieu of the real things.