A GAME OF CHESS
Many poets have likened this life to a game of chess.
This poet is now losing such a game, he does confess.
Losing the game in this manner is no laughing matter.
It’s come to put up or shut up—an end to all idle
chatter.
Who is the one who needs to put up or shut up?
The Unbounded-Ocean-of-Love-Man, or the beggar with an empty
cup?
This one, conceived from Your Divine Imagination,
Has nothing to put up except his absolute-poverty
station.
On the chessboard You-the-King hold him checkmate in his tiny
square.
He knows he has landed here after a lifetime of much
error.
This is the moment when You can administer Justice or
Mercy.
The vanquished has heard of Your penchant for dissolving
adversity.
Being LOVE itself, with a scope of action that has no
limit,
Can You hear the cries from Your lover’s world, and yet leave him
stranded in it?