by Jonathan Hunter-Kilmer
I hold I cling I seek control
my mind seems weak
in torrent roll
a cloud I would expect for rain
is gone
or not
I see just pain
and din of fireworks today
proclaims for me
that I am clay
ears reach but they must wait, receive
as I
for Gentleness' reprieve
for holding, Sweet, is what You do
and cling
my hands
Your fingers drew
my life, my soul
and give me will
not to command, but to fulfill
Your kind design
I do not know
but I will look
peace, Love, will flow