And He asks me, like the apostle,
To be a manager of the mysteries.
Which explains, I suppose,
this tension,
this desperation.
To reach the end of the chapter
or the novel
Or better yet the two hour tale
told on screen
and there you have it.
It was there all along
playing hide-and-seek
with imagination.
But no.
He asks me to suspend
my need to know,
And to eat instead
from Life and Delight.
Beautiful, tantalizing, mystery life.
Laughing.
Dancing.
Running headlong.
A child oblivious
to all but joy.
No obligation beyond this one
faithful day.
Paying attention and following
Wind.
