The shard of a mirror
It’s not God you’ve been chasing all these years
but, one by one, your own hallucinatory thoughts.
Time to quit the path where you stand.
Not another step.
Enter a cave, a closet,
a monk’s cell and find there an intimacy
you never knew out on that lost highway.
Time to cold-shoulder the multifarious
and concentrate upon the One;
eschew the flitting and elusive for the changeless eternal;
spaciousness for the cramped quarters of just God and you.
A thick darkness is settling in now, so you might see
only God shining – not at the far end of a tunnel
but in the shard of a mirror
tacked to the back wall of your cell.
O child of God, so many years go by before
the significance of His everyday words begin to emerge.
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