I kept You at a distance,
thinking You were the defended one;
I approached with superficial affection,
ready to recoil if You seemed unresponsive.
Fear crackled through my being
like an electric charge.
I could not move toward You,
yet, You waited - just out of reach.
I shivered in the shadows of my own anguish,
unable to see;
Encased in a shroud of my own making,
my soul hungered for Your light.
Bent and aching from the strain
of my poseur’s stance, I yearned for relief,
and in an instant of surrender,
I fell into You.
You met me there:
moving softly to my side,
while I trembled at the threshold.
Amazed at the ease of Your presence,
I found comfort,
and quietly rejoice
at Your compassion and gentleness.
I realize You were there in my sorrow,
waiting for me to open;
There in my wound,
healing me with Your quiet, constant love.
© Vicky M. Semones