Small stones

Small stones

Glance my way – if it pleases You.
You know how faint of heart I am –
 
sensitive to Your every mood and whim.
This intimacy is wonderful until You roar like a lion.
 
Then, the space we share becomes
          much too small.
One advantage of ignorance
 
is that it matters little what I say –
whether I get something right or wrong,
 
I’m oblivious to what it means.
These poems are small stones
 
thrown against Your house
to lure You to the window.
 
I’m standing in Your garden, pouch heavy at my side.
Glance my way, O Beloved, if it pleases You.
 
O child of God, you look for answers when
what the Beloved requires is total dependency.

                               (from A Jewel in the Dust, 2011)