The perilous voyage home
Bound to the mast by his crew,
their ears with beeswax plugged,
Odysseus endured the full import
and sweet torture of the Sirens’ song
until his ship had sailed beyond
the reach of their enticements.
These days I pray likewise, my Lord –
lash me to a sturdy spar,
the allurements of my karmic impulses
and the self’s deceptive schemes surveyed,
fully noted, yet ignored and survived,
as their honeyed songs sweep ineffectually over me,
fading at last, wind-tossed and enfeebled,
in the ship’s wake upon a vast and silent sea.
O child, let God’s strength and wisdom will out
on the long and perilous voyage home.
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