Arson Clears The Way
That crucial internal gaze
of kindness required
setting God on fire
(yes, the impulse arrived
in midst of a January night),
then incinerating medieval constraints
while tramping through dogma’s
barbed-wire bounds, where reason,
meandering walks through cemeteries
and slow saturation in silence
became his trusted bolt cutter
as he began sensing rivers
of love course through the body, every part
more clearly seen, pernicious
doubts galactic dreams, every nugget
held, kissed with tenderness,
as clouds of curling smoke and ash
lifted spirals of gratitude,
labyrinths of wonder,
from what remained
of that charred, deluded,
hallowed ground.
