Poem 083009

Rapturously Heaven makes His way in His role
Spiralling, turning, delving deep within my soul.
He finds delight in the clean & perfect spaces,
And shutters not at the dark & dirty places.
He calls to me; permission He seeks
To wash & clean each cardioid room for weeks
Upon weeks. Seeking from me leave to bring the pain
That comes as He removes darkness that has always lain.
Even one speck makes a room darkened.
Even one speck made me miss when He hearkened.
From eternity past His task list He has planned
To bring me clearly to the Door else I'd been banned.
Gently as is possible, He wipes out the stain
That has covered each spot where sin has lain.
From Father Adam's own influences
To more modern confluences:
All that darkens is removed
By scarlet fluid that is approved
By flowing from hands willingly given
To soldiers' nail to be driven
Through perfect flesh n'ver stained by sin
So that all that is within
This so monstrous sinner
Can be made newborn, returned to beginner.
For without this bath so crimson, so clean
These eyes will n'ver look on heaven's bright scene
And see the One who gave up all for me
To bring me close having set me free.
Oh, my Lord, my God, my King,
My Hope, my Joy, tis under Jesus' wing.