The unfolding answer
A man of deep faith, just
as a man
without faith, asks
nothing of God.
Life itself to such a
man
is the unfolding answer
to all prayers.
Pain, fright is there –
but not anxiety;
loss but not grief;
failure without
disappointment;
solitude without
loneliness;
death (we are told)
without termination.
Perched on the tip of the
bow,
a man of faith is
serenely poised
to receive, to pass along
only what he’s given;
responsible
for nothing but vigilance
and acquiescence.
He gets the big picture,
the ocean view,
recognizes the nuances,
though as yet,
is unable to grasp the
details.
Less than a hair’s
breadth (the Masters say),
separates heaven from
earth –
it requires an unhanding,
an atrophy of judgment,
a relinquishment of
presumption.
O child of God, life
itself to a man of faith
is the unfolding answer
to all prayers.
(stitching by Caleb Darnell)
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