Streets without love
Hold to My damaan, Meher said.
For those times when there’s left
not a shred of anything else within reach;
one last hope to grasp where He dare not refuse;
when you need to unburden your chest
of the weighty function and duty of self;
when you can’t possibly weave your way
any farther through streets without love;
a damaan with which to dry tears,
clean slates, bind wounds;
to yield a small sheer rectangle –
the fluttering flag of surrender.
O child of God, hold to His damaan
until you are ready to unhand everything.
(drawing by Rich Panico)
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