Of wondrous avail

Of wondrous avail                                                                                           
 
Seek no farther than the brim of your hat,
looking not up from your task heavenward,
 
beseeching God’s grace when God
(Rumi said) is in the look of your eyes.
 
Nor lament the path beneath your feet,
selected by fate, good as any –
 
an equal distance from the Goal.
Look not into the future,
 
nor side to side at a myriad of distractions. 
Forsake the past also for its failures,
 
travails, impotence and partialities.
It has served you well enough –
 
depositing you perfectly
into this particular moment
 
where God is lodged (per the Mystics)
and of wondrous avail.
 
O child of God, have you made it plain?
This poem is addressed primarily to the poet.