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THE BREACH
(for Marc)
To stand exposed
hobbled in my trousers
my misdeeds thick around my feet
To feel the torrent of shame
pouring thick upon me
tentacles around my heart
my mind cased in iron
angry hammer blows
the unrelenting din
YOU YOU YOU YOU
To want another skin,
another face
some nowhere
where I can be nothing
unseen
unknown
uncounted
unsought
And to see you
standing in the breach
bearing the banner high
fierce against the foe
flush with love
for me
when I no longer know
how to be for me
myself
The ache and intensity
Where the battle rages
Helpless you were
to do more than this
fearful that I should falter
and forget
that I was that child
and am that child
and may yet be that child again
(if mysteries of grace and fate
conspire with will to repeat the miracle yet again)
The child, the child
who suffers a thousand blows
against his tender innocence
The 'scaped goat
that heaven seeks
with tender care
despite a thousand sins
laid upon it's head
That I might be at last
serene and whole . The One.
the singular intent and purpose of God's love
whose purpose it is to freely be given
Breached, I wander alone
But not alone
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