ADORATION

Through the ages, mystics and poets
cried out to the Beloved
O Beloved!
Sufis danced, Solomon sang
Peoples tended the fruitful earth
with celebration.

The analogies, too sexual
the blinkered and kill-joys declared.
Off with your blaspheming heads
and into the flames, for the cheek.
The Almighty Source of All
The Living One,
Sustainer and Immanent
of Majesty, Power and Glory
seen as a cause of abject terror
to be grovelled before and pleaded with,
pure beyond any base urges.
As if He (definitely a “he”)
is a human potentate
a temperamental King,
God of carrots and sticks.

What of the beauty and wisdom?
The Creator a creator
of ingenuity, delicacy and play?
Where does the warmth and tenderness of loving come from
along with the passion and fecundity?
A robot God?

Light and dark, good and evil
of many worlds, many dimensions
Including chaos, freedom and devolution
that breed creativity, courage
and compassion...
How big is That, beloveds!
Holy and Unfathomable
beyond and above any partisan construct, projection or definition
of divinity.

Indeed, this is something
to quake before
and tremble In awe and wonder.
Adoration.
But fear is ignorance.
For hearts are made to swell
with joy and gratitude
to have, in each our own
a tiny spark of That:
to evolve, seek, strive
discovering meaning, purpose, patterns
and the unity, macro and micro
with its eldritch burden
and the privilege of being.

Every moment and breath
the heart knows
we stand in Beloved Presence
intrinsic, belonging.
Amen.