You and I share a room.
I come and go while You remain.
Like sprays of flowers, You add Your silence,
Your darkling mystery, a pinch of unbearable love.
I add my aching fear, my infidelity and indifference –
continually drawn to the door, darting in and out.
(There’s always a parade downtown
with a carnival on the outskirts.)
But, also, I’m afraid to be alone with You;
able only to endure for a few moments
at a stretch Your beautiful, lonely silence,
Your seductive, foreign presence,
Your fragrant promise of peace and annihilation.
O child of God, make Him your constant companion
by exploring His real
and constant presence.
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