I was introduced to You & I loved sight unseen. I was initiated into Your Kingdom, & I asked few questions. How is it I came back to You, after not knowing You? You have appeared in sparks. You have dwelled in spirit. You have flickered in flame. You have confounded me, baffled my soul, addled my heart. I come to You confused, to the distortion of my countenance, & You went deeper, moving through catacombs, making a maze of me. You are Father, the deer pant at the streams, listening to Your Melody. You are a Bulwark, a Rock in times of trouble. Into those valleys, shadowed by death, You prepare a meal for me before mine enemies. You make my cup overflow. And no weapon formed against me shall prosper. But I remember Job, the provocation, a point proven: Would You do likewise to me? Is Love of Father, & Love of Son sufficient enough? In debating myself, my face contorted, my heart dwelling low, to wrangle my mind, to think of high thoughts, too profound for mortals. To know boundaries on Love, to sense a Shoulder, to ache & writhe in agony—needing something more than intensity; so carnal I am, such weakened faith, to need God to vet him or herself. I will retreat, I will that You increase.
