Ghost of a chance

Ghost of a chance                                                                         
 
I’m trapped in the paws of a Lion,
both plaything and prey,
 
desperate to learn His every
whim and idiosyncrasy.
 
I’ve fallen into a raging river;
don’t expect me home for dinner tonight!
 
Under Your fire, the red sands
of my heart have turned to glass.
 
Set it down roughly in this world of stone.
I haven’t the ghost of a chance.
 
Before I’m shattered, fill me with light –
let purity and clarity define my shape.
 
O child of God, trust not the vagaries of intellect;
view Him through the wine-red lens of your heart.