On Behalf of Love
Every truth without exception—no matter
who makes it—is from God.
If a bird got accused of singing too early
in the morning,
if a lute began to magically play on its own
in the square
and the enchanting sounds it made drove a pair of young lovers
into a wild, public display of
if this lute and bird then got called before the inquisition
and their lives were literally at stake,
could not God walk up and say before the court,
“All acts of beauty are mine, all happen on the behalf of love”?
And while God was there, testifying for our heart’s desires,
hopefully the judge would be astute enough
to brave a question,
that could go,
“Dear God, you say all acts of beauty are yours,
surely we can believe that. But what of all actions
we see in this world,
for is there any force in existence greater than the power
of your omnipresent hand?”
And God might have responded, “I like that question,”
adding, “May I ask you one as well?”
And then God would say,
“Have you ever been in a conversation when children entered
the room, and you then ceased speaking because your
wisdom knew they were not old enough to benefit—to understand?
As exquisite is your world, most everyone in it
is spiritually young.
Spirituality is love, and love never wars with the minute, the day,
one’s self and others. Love would rather die
than maim a limb,
Dear, anything that divides man from man,
earth from sky, light and dark, one religion from another. . .
O, I best keep silent, I see a child
just entered the
From My Breath
From my breath I extract God.
And my eye is a shop
where I offer
Him to the
Every Foot a Shrine
Every creature has a religion. Every
foot is a shrine where
a secret candle
Every cell in us worships
Every arrow in the bow of desire
has rushed out in hope
Sing, my tongue; sing, my hand;
sing, my feet, my knee,
my loins, my
Indeed I am His
My Lord said to me.
And my mind and heart thought deeply
for a second,
then replied with just one word,
God’s arms then opened up and I entered Myself.
I entered Myself when I entered
And having learned compassion I
allowed my soul