Shy of strangers

Shy of strangers
 
When will I stop viewing the world
through the smudged lenses of my spectacles,
 
judging it for what I think it should be
rather than seeing it for what it is?
 
God has ordained what is. I judge what should be –
some imagined convenient alternative,
 
crowning myself as the arbiter of perfection.
Unless I am dethroned in the heart,
 
the Beloved, Who is (per Meher)
shy of strangers, will not take His proper place,
 
neither in my heart nor as the Center and Creator
of my universe, the Whim and the dream.
 
O child of God, your judgment, inside and out,
is compromised by fear and self-absorption.