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,

purring calmly,

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