You do not ask us to
drag around our sad sack of sins,
raising clouds of dust in our footsteps
for all to see;
and you do not ask us to do one more
wretched thing from guilt –
particularly, serve you.
When will we learn,
O Tender One,
that all you ask is for us to open our hearts
and to love this precious planet
the love in your sacred heart?
we stopped running from the obvious –
and all that you ask
is for us to stop whatever it is we think we’re doing
and be who we are:
a sacred cosmos awakening to itself,
the mind of the planet fetching a new future,
your heart pulsing with possibility.