Bend to the work

Bend to the work
 
I have become an enigma to my intimates,
taking a few moments out
 
from their eventful lives
to worry for me, wonder and worry
 
that I am alone so often with You. 
(A precursor, perhaps, to the next phase of the journey.) 
 
3 am and I am awakened again from a light sleep.
I switch on the bedside lamp and scribble down
 
the rudiments of, by Your grace, the next poem
as the world outside moves over and onward,
 
elbows its way into the illusion of a new tomorrow.
O but I am content in my solitude
 
which is not a solitude at all
but a communion and intimacy with You. 
 
O child of God, seal your lips and bend to the work
your Beloved has so graciously granted you.