Nettle tea
The
road to hell is paved with good intentions?
I’m
hoping it’s the road to Paradise .
Ofttimes,
I miss the mark but, more and more,
my
intentions are to serve You.
My
love-arrows fall short
and
stab someone in the foot.
I
spread my cape on the ground –
an
elegant lady sinks up to her bloomers in mud.
My cup
of kindness . . . often filled with nettle tea.
I’m
like a man on a crowded bus –
reaching
to help this one, I knock that one’s hat off
and
poke my umbrella into someone’s ribs.
Turning
to apologize, I wallop the entire third row,
distract
the driver and cause a rear-end collision.
O child
of God, fondly recall your Beloved’s promise
that
God hears only the language of the heart.
(from A Jewel in the Dust, 2011)
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