A chain of islands
For years, I’ve searched, inside and out,
for the mighty bird of Love.
All I’ve found is a feather, here and there,
from its brilliant plumage.
My concern for the world has been reduced
to a chain of islands
with my name and the names
of my loved ones on them.
O Beloved, let this fist of my heart
loosen its grip, open and stretch.
The gesture for love takes two hands –
Your heart and mine in perfect unison.
There are other gestures we could make.
You could dig my grave here in the soft sand
or I could sail from this island out into the Ocean –
spread Your name to the New World.
O child of God, even half-hearted gestures are preferable
to the bitter clench of fear and faithlessness.
(from A Jewel in the Dust, 2011)
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