12.27.05

As words become me, clothed in color,

Deep calling deep to one another,

I find a chasm none can cover

Ecstatic longing for Another.

One's self delivered into darkness

Walled off from what could salve distress

Words lose the wealth that they express

And cannot purchase one to rest.

The word still true is simplicity -

Let fall my drop into His Sea.

Adore in silence, mystery

I clasp the child born in me,

O Christ -

God, Father, Brother, Reconciler,

Indwelling Vine of fire,

Your blinded servant stumbles higher,

Ever-drowsing, pricked to life.