dark past

You listen, my precious deity,
You care
and You hear
and You’re so very near.
I’m close to You,
though I can’t feel it,
though I don’t realize it.
There You are looking lovingly into
my distracted eyes.
You hate it the memories,
the tainting
and the hurt.
You hate it that I run away
and that I hide
and that I desert.
There You are and You see me through and through.

There You are and You’re calling me to You.
I’ll come.
I’ll come unwillingly.
I’ll come.
I’ll come reluctantly.
I’ll come….and You’ll meet me where I fall.
And there we’ll be, loving one another
in the place where You take over.
My all for You’re all.
My ramblings for Your inspired words of wisdom,
words of knowledge,
exhortations.