Here, beside the altar of this bed
stood waiting. Back to the door,
wavering prayer whispered under
the breath to a god that never listens.
Hear the screech of door hinge.
Do not flinch at it. Do not flinch as
the chill of His coarse fingers
trails along your bare arms.
Kneel for Him. Take his name
for your own. Open yourself to
Him like a home. Learn to live
with the knowledge that He
holds you lightly in the palm
of His hand and plays God.
stood waiting. Back to the door,
wavering prayer whispered under
the breath to a god that never listens.
Hear the screech of door hinge.
Do not flinch at it. Do not flinch as
the chill of His coarse fingers
trails along your bare arms.
Kneel for Him. Take his name
for your own. Open yourself to
Him like a home. Learn to live
with the knowledge that He
holds you lightly in the palm
of His hand and plays God.
No comments:
Post a Comment