Don't guide me, please.
Just watch over
this spiraling pilgrimage,
ever returning
to the steps of the temple
in my ribs,
where I hold out my empty
cup for you
to replenish with the next
Have you not poured gold
into the hollow bowl
of the sun?
How much easier for you
to fill me!
Just let me journey
from longing to longing.
Let me fall
through your stillness
like a star.
For wherever I wander
I come home,
and even when I'm lost
I am in You.

Photo: 'Holy Beggar' by Rebecca Wineberg