Slightly Agape (poem)
Posted On: 04/20/2012 Current Mood: hopeful
When I peeled back my shell,
Allowed your guileless eyes to see,
And trembled like I’d opened Sheol’s gate;
For I was half-afraid that in the well
Of truth, a glimpse of Darker Me,
You might repent yourself of love,
And find—if slight—a taste of hate.
But by my Father’s heaven above—
His shalom-peace is on your hands—
It’s not so simple to shake love,
And even if frail, it understands.
Hosea my Lord pursues my heart,
And no Gomer to you, as to Him, am I.
The hope I’ve seen in you in part
In its nuemenal glory will not die.
You hold my hands and speak to my heart
Though I am scarred and flirt with shadows.
And louder yet King-Papa takes my part,
Though my thought’s hurt is his, not yours.
Even if in a broken someday
With an action, contention, or lie,
I manage to drive earthly friends away
And break their fondest hope in me…
Though it would be as a hell to see,
One still would listen, despite my crime.