You Are

i desperate,

at the end

of a longing to end

the ragged line

the crush of weight

the dim of light

the heavy blow

the venom in my veins

the enemy of my soul

i weak

ready for the fail

no relief

i

out of a thin veil

saw your face

your eyes,

into mine

your look,

clear and strong,

though brief

changed it all

mystery strength,

from you,

filled me,

somehow

infinity,

no explanation needed,

i think in awe,

how you saw,

you always see

your look,

your face,

filled me,

by grace

you know my bounds

at point of death

of one of hell’s

vile hounds

my limits

and my frail form,

my enemies surround

my heart torn,

my empty sound

of groan

you make me strong,

by your being there,

here,

though not long,

. . . no stare or glare,

just your look,

penetration deep,

is all it took

everywhere i walk,

think,

and breathe,

. . . every attack

on my frail form

you perceive

your look healed me

your presence made them flee,

they,

the dark powers that be,

at this time, so in need,

set me free,

. . . from you,

demons flee

i in gratitude,

know,

i am not alone,

i am borne,

by your love

. . . this makes real,

not just your invisible love,

. . . a touch,

your touch,

. . . no one else,

no thing,

can do,

. . . none,

nothing can convince,

I Am that I Am,

is who your Are

i rest my case,

my internal dialogue,

lies still

and knows,

you are who you are

i don’t care if they scoff,

their boast,

. . . “you cannot prove

the existence of God,”

the proof is,

we live,

. . . i

am not here for them

i

am here for you

from suns,

to frigid,

black

and empty deep,

to quasar white,

hot beyond cognition

to quarks and such,

as particles to stuff,

spirit is made of,

the dense,

the dark

the heavy thick,

to light,

. . . brilliant, blazing light

i am enveloped in wonder,

. . . a feather floating in the whirlwind,

near the flames of death,

i ponder

hell or heaven,

good or bad,

dregs or heights,

love or hate,

distress or joy,

the list is endless,

such immensity of weight

into your care

i acquiesce

into utter weakness

you are real,

real enough to remember

you were there

you are here,

when i need you most

no weapon formed against me

will prosper,

you see to it

. . . no temptation can overtake me,

no height or depth

no power

no evil,

can overcome or take me

. . . nothing can separate us

from the love of God,

if we let you

you stood on a small boat,

“be still,” you said,

. . . the storm stopped,

you are Lord of all creation