Come into my arms and let me love you.
Earth, sky and I exchange greetings daily
cognizant of what we are not saying:
we are one. And how could it be other?
Wise, we still pretend to oblivion—
flaw of our divine tragi-comedy—
to ignore our kinship in the Kingdom
we say we want but do not find ever.
You are my arms, forehead, ever-seeing
gaze. No other God nor Heaven exists,
yet we make this Hell with a frustrating
willfulness, eager to avoid the signs.
Think how joyous for you and me justto open our arms and let life love us.
Copyright © 2014 S.L.Chast