Saturday, May 23, 2015

The Awakener

The Awakener                                                                                       

I know well by now Your method – sleep deprivation;
the slapping of cheeks, prodding of ribs,

shouting my name every time I close my eyes,
the inexorable grilling, the demanding of answers  

from the dim reaches of the past,
from the darkness out of which I have emerged, 

wanting the information, the information, the information –
commanding me to divulge Who I am and Who sent me.

O child of God, the ultimate infinite and eternal
requires more than soft gloves and sweetened tea.

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