God's face

God’s face  (a firsthand account from Mandali Hall)                               
                  
A certain inmate in an Indian asylum        
spent every waking moment trying to keep
          his feet from touching the floor.
 
With great effort, in amazing positions;
in unimaginable strain, everywhere he moved,
 
he kept his feet aloft.  The slightest brush of a toe
on the dirt floor brought wails of remorse.
 
Torn with pity, an intern knelt before him.
‘Please, put your feet down.”
 
‘There’s no room,’ he replied.
‘It’s a large space . . . anywhere here . . .’
 
‘There’s no room,’ he repeated.
‘Everywhere I would put my foot, I see God’s face.’
 
O child of God, what are your petty complaints,
compared to the agony and bliss of one
          who sees God?