Diaries

Why Do We
Imagine
Our Maker
as a
Judge?

And the Diaries of
Our Adventures
to Be
Some Sort of
Karmic Police
Report?

Or, at Best,
a Log of
Our Attempts,
Mostly Self-Perceived
as Failures,
to Find
Our Way,
Lost Souls,
Looking for
The Right Path
Back
to The Maker,

as if
We Were Born,
then Abandoned
in The Wilderness?

What if
Our Diaries
are Travelogues,

Asked of Us When
The Light
That Is
The Maker

Diffracted
Into Our
Innumerable Eternal Rays,

Asking Nothing
of Us

But to
Write Stories –
Write and Re-Write,
When
The Art of Love
Requires It –

That Will Be Told with
Breathless Wonder
Forever.

(Photo by Joshua Hoehne; UnSplash)