Shoebox
What straightforward
thing, square and true,
ever comes from a
crooked man in a crooked house?
I’m innocent of only
one thing – my attraction to You.
That was Your doing.
I left my apartment
for a pack of cigarettes
and never went back.
I rounded the corner
and was gone!
Turning corner after
corner, thoroughly bewildered.
I left my valuables
in a shoebox on the top shelf,
but I’ve lost the
street address.
Randomly knocking on
doors
while You wait in
the back of a Nash Rambler.
Only You hold the
key.
O child of God, lost
your bearings?
Everywhere you go
the Beloved is there.
(from A Jewel in the Dust, 2011)
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