Monday, January 19, 2009

Toward You


To hope in no other.

To see beauty in no sunrise
When my eyes see not You.

To hope for death
As it ends all striving,
And I am in You, and You in me
Completely.

When now all I see
Is me, far and torn,
Your face do I seek,
Your voice I plead--speak life to these bones.

And so I shall walk, though ungainly,
Toward You. By the hand
You shall take me
Toward You.

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