My red guitar

My red guitar
 
Life is a bridge, said Jesus
(per the Sufi tradition).
 
Yes, in the shape of an arch and I’m
coming down the far side of it,
 
no longer able to view my starting point.
Build not a house upon it, advised Jesus.
 
Yes, yes, my Lord.  Though, I am leaving behind
my wonderful progeny, family and friends,
 
a half dozen out-of-print books
nobody much wanted to read, my red guitar,
 
a handful of Baba songs others yet sing,
a blog with a thousand-plus poems.
 
The blog might endure near to forever
or be taken down tomorrow.
 
I don’t know how such things work.
It doesn’t matter (per Jesus and Meher Baba).
 
Whatever God has ordained
is okay by me.  I’ll be gone soon enough
 
and He’ll be the One
Who has to deal with it all.
 
O child of God, nothing much matters
in this fever-pitch dream but waking up from it. 

(photo from a video by Debbie Finch, 2015)