Wait and See

“It behoved that there should be sin; but all shall be well, and all shall be well, and all manner of thing shall be well.”
— 
Juliana of Norwich, Revelations of Divine Love, c. 1393

Give me
the knock on the door
and the unexpected event.
Give me
the can-I-come-in moment
with the last chance eyes.
Give me
the fortitude to endure
these cruel afflictions.
Give me
the dying life
amid the smiling faces.

Spare me
the testing moment
of the unbearable fate.
Spare me
the stab in the back
on the killer’s balcony
Spare me
the death kiss
on the suicide rooftop.
Spare me
the Black Joker
with his dark cruel eyes.

— Fear not,
wait and see
light spring from darkness,
joy spring from sorrow,
heaven spring from hell,
and the healing of all wounds.
The unexpected event
will come, soon;
and the gordian knot will be broken.
Wait and see
the full moon in the Always Garden
by the holy river.

Honour and Dignity

HONOUR  AND  DIGNITY

If there’s no God,
there’s only one thing left:
honour.

Honour is ten times
more precious than dignity.
Your dignity you can afford
to lose, your honour you cannot.

Honour in adversity
honour on the rack of suffering
honour when you have nothing left
and your life is in ruins
and your dignity in tatters—
that is holiness.

Honour is God,
God honour.

Brahman

Brahman

How the sparks fly upward in fire,
How dead souls from the Real arise,
How the sun and moon and desire
Sail the infinite Sea of Sighs.

How the hidden waits in the Hider,
How the angel wars with the demon,
How the web jumps out of the Spider,
How the universe springs from Brahman.

How the doddering old man bent double
And the child in the green field leaping
And the young man looking for trouble
Have all gone to their silent sleeping.

How you and I and Time’s river
And the leaves of the years long slain
Will dance like old shadows for ever 
In the chambers of Brahman’s brain.

How the final moment flings you
Into the arms of darkest night,
How the Wheel turns round and brings you
Back again to the fields of light.