those who have fully surrendered,
who disappeared and then returned
can barely articulate the love
that overwhelmed them, blinded them,
and revealed the perfection in which we swim
always over the centuries a few
through grace and acceptance get a glimpse
and always it is the same
purity, ecstatic bliss and love
unconditioned by any requirement
containing everything, including us
with our free will to use as we please
but we are not pleased, are we?
we freely choose to hate and judge,
to cause our despair and tragedy
and then ask how Dad could let this happen,
how Mom could let us bleed out
on a dusty battlefield somewhere in anguish
close your eyes, reach out your hand.
can’t you feel it flowing by,
your perfect God who gave birth
to your glittering blue paradise?
is your will to help this world?
can you see your neighbor’s need?
such tragedy and despair, such suffering,
is this God even sane
to put us through all of this?
have we bothered to ask Her?
have we become still enough
to listen for His answer?
perhaps we will one day do it
it could be now in this perfect moment
©John Greenleaf-Maple 6/17/17