Heavenly Declination

Created in His image:
A living compass rose—
Sin-stained, soul-shaken,
Lips but stammering prose.

Wilderness wandering,
Hearts a-fluttering—
God-breathed flesh,
Weakly tottering.

Divine guidance—
Mysterious, but sure.
Courage for the tuning:
For us? An adventure?

Blood-red needle pointing,
Bodies: asking, grasping—toiling.
Spinning ‘round the celestial sphere,
Guilt-ridden, poverty stricken; fear.

In need of calibration,
In search of exploration,
The Place He has prepared—
Topos, but where?

Set north, dimly
Go forth timidly, but then—
Our wills reluctantly succumb
To Words, Spirit, Son!

The map toward Love,
Together journeying forth,
Seeking green pastures, still waters yom | yom
His Light: our torch.