When at last you see the Lord
is not going to give you what you want,
love has an opportunity to emerge.
You can cease the charade.
Those posturings might have helped you once
get nearer to where you are but they must be
left outside like sandals at the Tomb.
Struck dumb by the process the deeper you plunge,
the Creator seems to have taken a shine to you –
apple of His eye, and you are thoroughly humbled
(for a little while), roughly shaken down to your boots.
This Friend Who is the One stealing away your shame
(though you keep grabbing it back),
painstakingly scrubbing away your fear
to reveal the love underneath worth more
than anything you ever dreamed you were wanting.
O child of God, put it into words best you can,
guessing how very far it is from the truth.
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