Being Holy

Here is that purpose thing once again
arriving from beyond the reach of what
I ought to do as if somewhere in the future
there will be a perfect version of me
running and not moving.  

Hope and fear come from the same place
arising not from any cherished sense of self
but from the space of seeing the present
disappear into an unknown future
where all time ceases to exist.

I have heard that it was possible on rainy days
to be able to lift a thought on angel wings
straight to the heavens beyond the storms
stirring all from the complacent dreams
which surround us from being holy.

“How is it that you have contrived this deed in your heart?” – Acts 5:4

Giver of all blessed thoughts
both helpful and cursed,
our cravings eat us up;
feed us a new way; for
in our emptiness we acquire
what is not our own and
hold it close to what we think
is our heart; and the pounding
we feel is not the beat of life
but the sound of our own steps
running away from our chance 
to become holy.

…and the thing was suddenly taken up to heaven. Acts 10:16

Divine Deliverer, who brings down "something like a large sheet"
filled with "all kinds of four-footed creatures and reptiles and birds of the air",
a miraculous menu for all to consider,
voicing from above the earthly table,
“What God has made clean, you must not call profane,”
send more of that sheet,
as we failed, for the fourth time,
to read your writing in the heavens.
For upon its removal, the earthly author
the dream of your holy arrangement
into a disappearing act,
even calling the dream,
"the thing."