In The Lap Of God
Asking For Help
I heard the master
say today that God will comb
me into his hair.
He said violins
sing out the joy of God's mane
flowing free above
the flight of bright time
and that when I tumble down
into God's wide lap
I will see it all
as if I was never small,
never small at all.
I said, oh master
that has already happened
to this pilgrim long
long ago. Have you
the rules for the runes I cast,
ever catching up
to my exalted
best self only to fall short
over and over?
December 28, 2013 3:44 AM
That is just wonderful. To continually reach the starting point, over and over, ever anew, is worth the while to be combed once more into the hair of God.
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Exquisite!!
Oops... Not quite... I meant over and over not quite reaching again. Like Moses in the desert but without even a word assigning one's fate. Falling short as the best I can do... Looking for help here. Remembering that one time as the top of the line. A lodestone memory pointing true north.
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