The
room became pulsating power and light
Quite
frankly I was terrified of him:
This
presence, fearsome-gentle, joyful-grim.
So
strange his words of comfort and of fright
Which
plunged me lonely into disgraceful plight.
He'd
gone! I breathed. And yet my world was dim;
Fear
hollowed me, but joy welled up to brim
And
spill into the arid faith of night.
Submission
is not over once agreed;
Rather
repeated as I choose to tell
Accusing,
loving eyes that search me, plead
To
comprehend; as I am torn by need
And
fullness, faith and doubt: Can all be
well?
Is
there within me God's own saving seed?
2007
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