Chanji
He found you in Chowpatty
washed up on the beach
by life’s betrayals,
cruel vicissitudes.
You were ready to drown
by then,
hopeless, not caring if
you lived or died.
He persuaded you
to go a-travelin’ with
Him.
Apparently, the Way is so
narrow
there’s only room for one
to walk it at a time
which doesn’t mean
we go it alone
but that we must stay
hard on the heels
of our traveling
companion.
Chanji, by the end of his
days,
was one with You, ready
for drowning,
hopeless, not caring if
he lived or died
as long as it pleased his
Master.
O child of God, nothing
ever changes . . . it just gets larger –
more height, breadth and
depth than we could ever imagine.
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