Longing for the Divine

Some days,
I am that woman in red --
the one in the short short skirt
and ridiculously high boots --
who stands on the dark corner,
deep in town,
desperately flagging You down,
hungry for Your Love.
Some days I'll do most anything
to get You to come in,
to feel Your touch and know your Divine Kiss.
Today I'll post this sign in my grimy window,
hoping that You'll see it, passing by,
and stop to check me out;
to shuffle through my thoughts and acquisitions,
clearing a path of light
into the dark corners of my being;
to pay again that unfathomable ransom,
then tuck me under Your wing,
and carry me back home
to Oneness.


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