You came to awaken but then held Your tongue,
pursing Your lips instead for a kiss.
Asking first that we clear the heart-room
for such an intimacy and our waking-up,
long love-look into Your eyes.
You came to awaken us, then roughly turned the
tables,
asking to be roused from Your ages-old habit
of sleeping on a park bench
under the umbrage of our human, inhospitable hearts.
You came to awaken and what teachings,
what tongue, what tones are required
for a slumberer to awaken Himself?
O child of God, the God you seek resides
in the fleshy chambers of the human heart.
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