Hound of Heaven

If you knew
your Soul
was the fruit
of an immaculate
conception,
a romance
in a hideaway
in The Mystery,
where The Creator
seduces Love
on a regular basis,

would you
still open
your door
every time
Fear shows up,
uninvited and
unannounced?

If you knew the
Hounds of Heaven
have been loosed,
and are looking
for you, to
lick your face
with so much
joy and adoration
they can’t stop
wagging
their tails,

would you
sit,
stonefaced and
silent,
submerged to
your neck in
self-pity?

If you knew
your Soul
will fly
forever,

would you
act as if
your wings
are broken?

I confess
I do, and
I must beg
forgiveness.

I Am
finally prepared
to surrender
the need to
name the Voice
I hear,
every time,
saying,
“I thought
you would never
ask.”

(Photo by Celine Sayuri Tagami; UnSplash)