by Jonathan Hunter-Kilmer
since passion is a wave
that crashes
drowns
and makes me breathe
Your scent so deeply
nothing else
yet everything
then seems
created as You wanted
and all evil melts away
the sand beneath my feet
runs back
to darkness whence it came
and all I see is Your face
golden light
that soaks the world
and fills me and consumes
my flesh
I am an oyster pearled
the irritation You allow
to temper and refine
my life, my heart, my soul
achieve their worth in Your good time
and deep inside the ocean
of Your merciful, soft kiss
what's been is gone
like water on
a fire
in a hiss
I'm elevated
pierced with joy
suspended on Your wings
a paraclete
makes me complete
and my soul newly sings
