God's long shadow

God’s long shadow                                                                           
 
Another journey awaits us, o pilgrim,
through the broken gate, the unkempt garden.
 
Death walks this fine morning in God’s
long shadow – efficient, indefatigable servant.
 
Even Jesus died and those He detached
from Death’s arm soon returned
 
dutifully to resume their coupled trailing 
through the lily-rucked garden,
 
the rank and dew-drenched garden.
The body of Jamshed
 
arranged in the Tower of Silence
and the Master distributing sweet laddoos –
 
Do not make the dead unhappy,
Baba scolded, by your weeping and wailing.
 
Jamshed was my brother, Meher averred,
          but I am Jam Sheth – Death’s Master. 
Death has brought Jamshed to Me.
 
O child of God, living is dying by loving.
Only the truly dead are beyond Death’s grasp.