God, light my eyes to see
your secrets hidden within the words of the book
you so lovingly placed in my hands.
a gift you have given,
and your gift i have recieved;
please enlighten my heart to understand this great thing that has happened.
.....
you: faithfully opening the eyes of the blind who are in love.
me: dancing freely and trusting you to keep me from harm.
i cant see my own feet,
but i feel your arms sheilding me.
i havent fallen on asfault;
ive floatd in the dangerzones,
past the warning signs.
no one pulls me aside:
they must sense purpose in my seemingly aimless display of affection.
.....
i wish i could actually dance with these confused feet
upon the ground where all have traud;
a blessing in the dust
as it swirls around in celebration.
i wish to give you that:
the humble gift of a servant girl.
.....
as foreigners we offer a home to the lost.
the accepting remain unaccepted;
the loving remain unloved
because we offer a hope that sets to light the darkness:
they would rather be powerful for a moment
than loved for eternity.
.....
you can tied my wrists to the table
palms up
and send pain down my arms
into my body;
you can take me from myself
diget by diget;
you can have my emotions on a tight rope,
weaving back and forth between day and night;
you can stretch my mind
across a century of infinite time;
but my soul is his,
and so my mind is his,
and my heart is his,
and my body is his.
i do not fear you.
you can harm my body,
but not my soul.
if i live, i live.
if i die, i live.
my grave has been put beneath me
if he allows you to touch my nerve endings and gray matter,
the scars of your finger prints will fade from my timeline
when eternity meets me on the other side of the threshhold
when i leave this orphanage to meet my father.
.....

k.g.

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