by Jonathan Hunter-Kilmer
the light beats down on me as I
crawl bleeding in the murk and sky
is dark oblivious or bright
and hurts my eyes shuts off my sight
in glare or grey oppress and suck
the moisture heavy makes and tuck
my knees into my spasmed gut
a shell at times a naked nut
smashed spread in crumbs or slime await
You with Your mercy to inflate
the spirit breath and blood to course
and fill my body from the Source
to drip as open I unfold
and give as You so often told
to feel a bride tending the guests
the Groom makes halls from chamber nests
so soak we all in Sweet and bright
suffused in grace's healing light