Francis

Ghazal--the perfect word to describe the drinking of Wine
To make the lover drunk with effacement of "me" and "mine",

Though the lover is a Mine, where Treasure lies concealed
Till its gate's lock is finally broken and its Love-gems lay revealed.

The Beloved who lives in all forms and in every heart
Has decreed that from somewhere within us a new
                                          Love-feast should start!

My own Love-mine, alas, when I looked I fond it blocked
By age-old selfish habits, like thousands of valueless rocks.

With a small miner's pick I'm trying to make my way to the Treasure.
The journey's already taken many years of arduous endeavor.

But Francis has blazed a trail of poetry with his mighty pick
Which inspires this miner to give tough boulders another lick.

I can hear a voice up ahead, singing longing's melody's strains
In a voice like Leadbelly's, in rhythm with a pick's refrains.