Your damaan
O Friend, whatever it
takes, I am holding on to You.
Through rough treatment,
barren patches,
through episodes of
almost unendurable intimacy,
I am holding on to You.
You broke open this heart
of mine
and with Your lovely
hands planted a seed.
I feel it now taking root
in my chest.
One day it will pin me to
the earth
and a huge, sheltering
tree will grow.
Then, I might be worth
something.
It’s cracking me open
now,
letting in joy and pain
and a great love.
I have the hem of that love
in my hands.
I can only imagine the
height and breadth of it
in the dark.
My whole world has become
this grip on Your damaan
and my accustoming myself
to the rhythm of Your long, holy strides.
O child of God, don’t get
lost. Hold on
tightly and mightily to
your Beloved.
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