You took me, Lord, to a place inside myself
where I’d never been before.
You took me –
and I’ve been taken with You ever since.
I picked up a copy of Your book
and I can’t put it down, wondering how it turns out,
how all the characters and plot-lines
tie together and reconcile.
You stuck to me like fly paper to some
comedic schmuck in the silent movies –
making an enraged fool of myself.
I can’t pry You loose.
I can’t get to the bottom of You.
You took me – and I can’t shake You
even as I tremble and waver
and pitch my prodigious fits. You took me –
and I’ve been taken with You ever since.
O child of God, allow Your Beloved the last dance
and then allow Him to take you home.
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