He withdrew only to return
And plant the spirit in the bone
Of human flesh.
His followers – a different matter.
They sought the isolation of the peaks
The solitude of forests and of deserts
Above all – to escape from all too human flesh
And all too human matters.
What He redeemed they sought to punish and abhorred
What He released they sought to bind and caged
Rather than following the narrow path
The path of living in the midst of things
And wrestling with the angel when need be
For God to bless them.
© Irina Kuzminsky
Irina Kuzminsky is a widely published poet and writer; she is also a dancer, singer and composer, who has combined a life in the arts with a rigorous academic background including a doctorate from Oxford. Her passion has long been a quest for the feminine faces of the Divine across spiritual traditions https://irinushka.net