by Jonathan Hunter-Kilmer
a haze when I am tired
and asked only topray
no thought or work,just sogging
nothing I have to say
soaks me in rose-white vison
Your face, silent embrace
I look at my brown ceiling
You look back, I'm encased
in jubilance and patience
my essence decorate
remake and drape with garments
seamless of charity
with passion purpled love red
sea of tranquility
or willingness and ready
prostrate for You and free
to lay out, soul and body
the souls I'm sent to save
as window to Your dear face
and hands hold those You gave
but first and last You hold me
warm, cleanse, fill, strip of sins
of all that keeps me from You
in Your heart's chamber bring
