of mystics, martyrs and other fanatics
mad enough to confound themselves
with G_d, and declare it, free of ego
Those spiritually reckless creatures
contemptuous of all rule books,
traffic signs and speeding tickets—
in such a hurry were they to arrive
No social drinkers, these revelers
they drank to get drunk, alone
that they might stay that way,
—sobriety being the only sin…
But, what of us without stamina
for such superhuman attention
or the patience to stand in line,
inching towards the checkout
Might we forge our own language
(until we can speak in tongues)
by asking of our every action
does this, or that, please You?
© Yahia Lababidi