Buddhist sonnet 14

October 18, 2019



We who cannot touch Heaven still can serve
And seek to order what we can of our lives
The gods walk among us, yet we miss them
Preferring to walk the earth with dirty feet
There is gold leaf on our clothes fading into
The general drab of the incarnate world
Nature talks to us but intermittently
The stream and the spider are gentle foreigners
Grace comes to us but momentarily
Before taut skin betrays the sweat and the fluff
There is beauty in this we should seek to transcend
Leave its admiration to God, in whom we do not believe
We sit and all questions resolve themselves, sometimes
Into this experience of unanswerable being

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