A Crushed Leaf

As

A child upon a dry leaf

You found me

Brittle from the heat

Of my separation from You.


Now,

It is clear to me

That Your pleasure

Contains the whole of my worth:

The pleasure of a crushed leaf

In the Beloved Child's palm--

[crisp crunch, angels laughing and clapping]

Your revelry

In my disintegration.


Dear One!

Sweep me up

And grind my shards

With a grand smile

On Your splendid face!