A host of angels
Billions of souls afloat in the cosmos
and I’m on my way home.
Like the brother in the field,
I dropped my scythe where I stood.
There’s another harvest I must attend –
where I’ll be cut off at the knees.
My horse has gotten a whiff of the barn.
Nothing can keep me now from my Beloved’s gate.
My name in His throat, the name He gave me,
ages ago, when I was first sent out --
a host of angels over my shoulder
and the highway rising up to greet me.
Billions of laboring souls lost in the maze,
tossing in
feverish sleep
and my Beloved has come to awaken me;
billions of souls drunken from rage, lust and hate
and my Beloved offering His sobering wine.
O child of God, look beyond this ephemeral existence
into the ageless face of your Beloved.
(from A Jewel in the Dust, 2011)
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