Melt

In the beginning when God created the heavens and the earth, the earth was a formless void and darkness covered the face of the deep, while a wind from God swept over the face of the waters. Then God said, "Let there be light"; and there was light. And God saw that the light was good; and God separated the light from the darkness. God called the light Day, and the darkness he called Night. And there was evening and there was morning, the first day.
Genesis 1:1-5

When all fine things melt away,

platinum and books and Chagall oils and jazz

and even memory becomes

another drop in the liquid cosmos

there will be, as in the beginning,

light, an emanating presence permeating darkness,

absorbing all disparate thoughts and persons

into one, and this one you may call Christ,

the story of all that lives, dies, and is renewed.

And when you are one with flowing truth

and love has enveloped you and accepted

you into its infinite pool

where will your beliefs be then?

What utterances of your small mind

and self-satisfied tongue will survive?

What contrivances of the god you

once held firmly in your breast pocket

next to your fountain pen

will you cling to then?

For which inflated mylar balloon of yourself

will you still hold the string?

None!  You will gladly, freely,

lovingly let each one flow like water

through your fingers and you will be satisfied

to be a part of what you once

wished to have mere distant, controlling knowledge.

So why, if this same fluid universe

has baptized you already into your belovedness

and puddled you up with everything and everyone

have you not yet let go and melted

you fine thing.