Tuesday, May 15, 2012
Monday, May 7, 2012
An angel-less God
An angel-less
God
Into the snowdrift I
fall backwards
to make an angel,
but
gazing into an endless sky
–
the stars’ glitter,
the moon’s silent
shifting,
cold earth against
at my back,
I feel suddenly under
the thumb
of an angel-less God,
overwhelmed by the travails
and duration of my
soul’s exile
and how many more
arduous journey’s stretch
before me
‘til the promised
quenching,
rest and reunion. Then,
You hoist me to my feet.
You hoist me to my feet.
God’s shape, You say,
is this shape –
pointing to the
impression
my body has left in
the snow.
O pilgrim! Our portion of infinity
spans but fingertip to fingertip;
the duration of our vigil measured
by the heart's brief, pattering flurry.
Union may be far away but, God is close at hand --
nearer than our own clouded breaths.
spans but fingertip to fingertip;
the duration of our vigil measured
by the heart's brief, pattering flurry.
Union may be far away but, God is close at hand --
nearer than our own clouded breaths.
O child of God,
surely angels hover everywhere
in the realm of
Benevolence Eternal.
The prayer of Immensity
The prayer of Immensity
I used to crawl through the Universal Prayer
on my hands and knees,
entering through a hatch
in the O before Parvardigar.
By lying flat, twisting myself here and there,
I could inch my way to the last word of worship.
But, one morning, midway through, I tripped
a hidden switch or brushed a secret lever,
or, perhaps ... it was the power of one word
spoken with heartfelt sincerity –
the whole prayer expanded to the dimensions
of the descriptions within it.
Not just the firmament and the depths,
but on all planes and beyond . . .
the three worlds and beyond . . .
the source of Truth, the Ocean of Love,
beyond and beyond and still yet beyond . . .
time and space, imagination and conception.
I found myself in an endless void as the words
of the prayer rose to my lips and faded in my ears.
O child of God, this is the prayer of Immensity –
the Immeasurable, the Unnamable and Incomprehensible.
O child of God, recite faithfully the Universal Prayer.
It’s about you and who you really are.
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