No lightning bolt
nor sudden fall
but the gentle tap-tap
of mercy raining
like hoofbeats
like heartbeats
over the umbrella
of consciousness –
Who are you?
You sang,
my pied piper;
I was powerless
not to follow;
you led my soul
astray, and it has never
(it has rarely)
looked back to see
the salt flats
of life without
You.
Image: the Conversion of St Paul, anonymous 16th century Flemish, via wikimedia commons
