By The Hem Of His Robe

By The Hem Of His Robe

He took me by the arm
Pulled me aside
And derided me
With humiliation for pride

He gave me
A prescription
For selflessness
A compendium of precepts
But I tore it up and told Him
I’m alright on my own

With open arms He embraced me
Gave me His darshan
Sharing the chalice of His mercy
To help release me
From the pain of desire

Through the mortal coil
I now listen in
By the mainline
Through thick and thin
Holding on
By the hem of His robe

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