Outrageous love

Outrageous love                                                                                                      

I let You into my heart.  You produced a key
to long-locked door.  It led to a cellar filled with wine.
 
O Lord, those are my teardrops on those dusty bottles!
My tongue is too drunk to speak properly now
          but I will moan for You.
 
Moonlight pours through a small window just above the street.
Let’s drink to Hafiz – to his outrageous love.
 
And what of Rumi? – his poetic, methodical breaking down
of the barriers between lover and God.
 
O Beloved, my heart seems so spacious when You are there,
sweeping through the house in Your flowing white gown;
 
Your arms fluid and graceful, Your birdlike hands
making gestures for love, grace, forgiveness, mercy.
 
Atop Your head, Your hands form a crown –
the gesture for a king.
 
O child of God, prepare your heart for the day
King Meher arrives in full regalia never again to leave.