The self is a sneak through a narrow gate.
Ignore the skull and cross bones
And enter the place where you’ve got no answers
You have no way to make things better,
You have come to an end.
You see that your mind is insane.
And this is the good news,
For now you might reach out and ask for a miracle
Not one that you make but one you finally know to ask for.
Your first moment of connection to the sustaining love, to faith
That you do not control.
Then the request for the miracle that you do not create