Wednesday, 22 June 2016

come flood this place...


Before the sprouting of the sun,

Dusk declined into forlorn obscurity.

A quiet night conducive for madness.

Somebody in our midst is on the offense,

Hovering above faultless children,

Waiting to kill a broken man

The happiest man tonight, is gnashing his teeth…

Tell God to ready the sun.

Undress the armored night

This powerful dark of eerier phantoms

Coming sun: set alight again, the nightmare below.

 

 I am your servant, Lord.

I know you, because you have willed it,

Look at my defenselessness.

Silent in contrition

Fragile in hurried resilience.

Content and unwise in seeming trivialities,

Are you filling the voids? Are you mending the cracks?

Are you enabling my understanding?

 

I have hoped in the sparsity of hope.

I knelt to you even when your saints abased my faith,

In my youth, I loved you, and delighted in your awkward mysteries.

Won’t you, undo, undo, undo this spiteful night.

May you reassure your child?

Steady the foundations you built?

Defend the precious you own?

…you know how I speak, when I’m desperate.

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***Through all these,

 The waves were receding

Grace was abounding,

Hope of my heart, generous God.

 Flood my heart with your presence. ***

                                  

You are welcome here.

Enable my faith

 
              
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