My Loving God

My Loving God

I sin and you drop everything

and run after me.

You throw your arm over my

convulsing shoulder

and comfort my aching soul.

I scream the agonies of guilt

and flash the anger I have

at  myself.

You rub the tears away

and melt my wrinkled brow.

My savage likeness shadows

Your peacful way.

You clear with one stroke

the ugly misfortune

of my plight.

I range to grasp thy hallowed neck

and pull you close against the

Demon's laugh.

Your tried and true ways

catch my fears and cage the wanton thing.

I cannot thank you now, for

the precipice is still near

and my meager defense lies

shattered at my feet.

My cold hands trace the folds

of your cheek.  My

painful tears, once cold,

lie hot upon your breast.

Only now do I see clearly

the wound.

Devastatng and threatening.

Your hand heals and

you put the healing salve

in my hand.

You kiss me gently on

my tear stained soul.

You rise and walk with me a step.

I feel alone again.

I must think to hold the salve on my wound.