Beguiled

 

Every human heart needs

a Friend made of fire.

I chose the one whose gaze 

is love, whose undulation 

is my next breath.

And I know by the warmth

in my chest that the Friend
has found a home,
the flame has found a wick.

Yet if truth be told, I have 

no choice, and neither 

does the Friend.

Can a famished bee select

which flower to drown in?

Can a honey thief resist

the invisible fragrance

of compassion? 

I am beguiled by God, 

God beguiled by me,

both of us, choiceless.

Photo by Aile Shebar