Classic Poem

In your quest or request God is remote.
Yet He alone can be your anchor and your space,
the pulse and the parts,
the vine and the separation.

If God were a man, I would touch His robe
and burn into Him.
If He were a man, I would kiss His feet
and kneel or lie before Him.
I would cry, bleed, die ...
But He is not a man,
not a body.

You yourself are God because He made you,
classified you, gifted you and sailed within you.
You yourself are God because He sees you,
knows you, speaks to you,
enlightens you, bears you,
throws you, treads on you,
scatters and sunders and bolts with you,
You yourself are God because you exist.
The world is a moth in God's hands,
and the moth is greater and more beautiful
than you because it is
smaller and larger than you.

Between you and God are time and light.
Between you and God are sun and stars.
Between you and God are heaven and all
created things.

But God is not you, and you know best that God is not
because you are naked without God.
His fingers stretch from your head to your heart.
His hands are in your blood.
Your face and all the seas are but a bit of sand.
Yet you say you are God!
Do you dare to say that you will kiss God's robe,
God's chest, God's feet?
Do you dare to say that you are God, and God is you?
Do you dare?