Lost trains
The beekeeper moves the queen;
the other bees circle, swarm, cleave and cling.
Just so, o child, attach your thoughts to the Master
with great and exclusive fervor
until all scattered whims, loose ends,
doubts and desires, all lost trains,
projections, slips and lapses, all indulgent
vagaries and presumptive notions
cluster, coalesce and adhere
to the one true purpose of your existence –
service and allegiance to your Lord –
toiling on His behalf,
striking the spike’s head every moment,
again and again and again,
deeply driven and authentic. O child!
Such a clear-headed, harmonious
and vital industry from you
will offer this vapid world
an unparalleled sweetness --
untainted, lucent and gloriously rich.
O child of God, in their turbulent stream, which thoughts
are more valuable than thoughts of God?
