Mystical poem written 12-18-23
Would that I might,
At last be blessed,
Witness to the curve,
Of Your crooked smile
Suffering under the stars,
Fine sand rough beneath my knees,
Fingers raw and bloodied,
Yet still weaving my prayers
I set my mark upon You, oh Divine,
Wending through jagged rocks,
Finding consolation in You only,
As the prayers warm my throat
Test me, oh Divine!
Take me down into the depths,
Show me Your hidden face,
Hold hands with me in the dark
Tears dripping down my cheeks,
Eyes rolling wildly,
Looking up at You and crying out,
“I missed You so much”
