Discipleship

Was it attraction or affection? One wished to follow I have no place to lay my head; you said, Where will you go? Foxes have holes as their home. Birds have their nests. What is mine? What else but renunciation leads one to the divine? I should, first, bury my father, one said. I'll follow then. He heard the clarion call within. Could he say, amen? When will his father die, and, lo, when will he bury him? Didn't his discipleship, for you, the Godhead, seem grim? Kith and kin should fondly bid me farewell, another said. Will, with bondage, towards heaven, anyone go ahead? Does any, after placing his hands on the plough, look back? Shouldn't everyone pass through one's very conscience-made track? Will you, dear friend, with no burden of the cross, follow me? Be kind to yourself. You have many more mercies to see.