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.

Posted on April 5, 2013, in NaPoWriMo and tagged , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 1 Comment.

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