Crucifige Me, Domine
Like curling wisps of toxic fumes, the pain
begins again, and chokes my very breath
to naught. It seems there’s nothing here to gain
but slow surrender to an inner death.
But I would gladly do it all again.
I hear it whispered in the dark of night
that this is craziness, this seeming mess
that I make of myself for this, and right
they are. They can’t see past the loneliness.
But I can. How I wish I’d seen it then.
I set myself upon this rocky path
the moment I said “Fiat” to the One
Who holds the universe. There is no wrath,
no bitterness. My road has just begun,
and I will see it to the very end.
For love is not for weak-kneed men. It asks
each ounce of life, each breath, each moment dear
to you, and you relinquish all your masks
for truth like lightning, scorching yet so clear
in life and beauty. There’s no save, just spend.
So set Your till upon my soul, and make
my eyes to rain, for there is requiem
and spring just past reality. I’ll take
my chances, give my all for You and them.
I love my God and all my fellow men.