Finding grace

Finding grace                                                                              
 
Mehera asked, years ago, why You chose
so barren a place for Your ashram
 
(and Your Tomb) landscape of dust
and thorns; scorpions, cobras and kraits.
 
Then, My lovers, You said,
will come only for Me, nothing else.
 
These days, You’ve turned
much of my world into dust and thorns –
 
a bleak, prickly terrain
devoid of sustenance and satiation,
 
rife with scrapes, stings and venom,  
so that each day, I show up only for You
 
and when side-tracked, return only to You,
as the friendly ground shrivels
 
and the periphery grows wilder,
more and more, finding grace
 
in the isolation and disparity,
in eccentricity, disillusionment and despair.
 
O child of God, rejoice when your life becomes a Tomb
in the desolate region of a strange land.