Sky blue coat
Sky blue coat
I followed a map of the
world. It led
down a narrow path to the
ocean.
From there I could see --
nothing matters
but the folding of myself
into You.
Let love be my measure
... and my guide.
I’ve known love enough in
this lifetime
to know it’s not blind,
but wide-eyed and
vigilant;
not intoxication but an
unearthly sobriety
penetrating the chronic delirium
of the false view.
How wondrous the heart –
at the same time
an encrusted anchor and a
fluttering bird;
bruised rose and captured
hare;
a torch, a goblet;
an upraised fist and
weathered valise.
The pages where my story
is written –
fold and tuck them away –
into the pocket
of my Beloved’s sky blue
coat.
O child of God, drop your
bags and run
headlong into the
Master’s arms.
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