It is always gentle and persuasive
Penetrating
The Invisible Force
My Chariot of Morning
The answer to my doubts is always the same
It is always you.
Outside I am Satan’s puppet in a crude Punch and Judy
Inside my tears soak the cloth on your shoulder.
My dream of escaping has me webbed in
Webbed into a perennial history of defeated escape
There is no way out, is there? If there is, it is not in me.
So I pose a sad question for you, with a multiple choice of bereavements
Although deep within I know You wait for me
With the golden gift You bestow
Perhaps I doubt myself
But I do not doubt Thee
You are taking shape in my soul so invisibly, so slowly!
Like the rough diamond whose eyes are still closed
And I am so busy trying to fathom you I hardly recognize--
You are stealing me
Quietly, You fathom me
I have ceased to insist
How
There are no answers. Only admissions.
I wait.
I desire You
I go on
Nothing else matters.
You are all my desire
Like a swimmer who swims, seeing only the sea
I swim yet for the shore--
So do I desire Thee
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