by Jonathan Hunter-Kilmer
as fear descends
my old companion
rising in the west
and cold night sweats
a scourged dominion
threatening my rest
fatigued as metal twisted hot
and tearing in abuse
a song played metal strings my lot
by zither for Your use
from frailty I absorb the preaching
of Your quiet mind
and in Your prints
my brittle legs
trail surely pulled behind
the way marked
droplets by of blood
framed by Your glist'ning tears
and thorns amid occasioned mud
my conscience in arrears
gets long at last Your signal
any sharp invading skin
is chance
like lovers' moon shine in
atone for sin and dance
to notes quiet repentance
one for all and I for You
I take this
Love
for all You love
as grass takes morning dew