At your suggestion, I've been calling on You –
entreaty, praise, repetition of Your name
all the while longing for a love
to seal my lips, steal my tongue,
leave me rifled and speechless
by the side of the road.
Every now and then, I require
a good rough and tumble.
Feel like I need a dressing down,
escorted from the building,
certain aspects, presumptions
reoriented or removed entirely.
O Lord, I await
Your kindly indulgence.
O child of God, you ignore your Beloved
for long periods and then crave His attention.