Immeasurable love
These ghazals are the rasp of a cricket,
the gnawing of a mouse;
the scuttle of dry leaves across flagstone,
the creaking of a weak board underfoot –
but, standing before You, reading one aloud,
paper rattling in rhythm with my knees,
I look up to find You beaming with enjoyment,
gesturing perfection and inviting the whole room
to partake of my delicious accomplishment.
This is why You own my heart.
O child of God, you toss everything onto the scales
but your Beloved offers only immeasurable love.
(from A Jewel in the Dust, 2011)
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