This handful of words
One day I’ll forfeit these numberless lifetimes
(You say) for an abrupt end to my human adventure,
obliterate myself and all of Creation as I have known it,
but today I cling (instead) to this sad world,
this handful of words,
head teeming with worthless ideas,
a heart empty of courage and will,
the authority and sincerity
to shape the one-syllabled cry that would
awaken within me the sleeping God –
exchange this timeworn, familiar realm
for the glory-promised, new Unknown.
O child of God, your obsessive talk of liberation
is part of God’s readying you to receive it.
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