free will


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

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