| Discipline |
|---|
| Once in a while |
| you meet a man who knows how to ask |
| all the right questions; |
| that night, |
| my answer to each was the same |
| as the last word |
| that will ever be said in the world, |
| which is yes. |
| I pulled him close, |
| for a time |
| into the closest place |
| I could imagine, |
| both of us saying yes |
| over and over again |
| by never once |
| saying no. |
| However long, |
| the moment passed |
| like a meditation on the breath |
| where pain arises as a presence |
| that can no longer be ignored, |
| then easily overwhelms |
| all the lesser distractions; |
| when all that's left are anguish |
| and the steady movement |
| of the breath, |
| then comes a vision |
| of some essential truth |
| about the world we live in. |
| His face was sad as Jesus, |
| and oh, how he wept, |
| even as he begged for more. |