Saturday, February 16, 2013

Taken with You

Taken with You  

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.

                      (Unpublished)



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