The way He dotes on me,
His eyes glistening with delight
He calls me into Himself –
He the Father, and I, loved by the Lover
embraced and engraced,
till all that is night becomes light
He sings sweetly to me
softly first, then like a river
His voice washes over me…
“twinkle, twinkle little star
for in my hands I shall heal all your scars”
I find that I am lost in HIS infinity,
where are my fears and tears?
where are my worries?
petty squabbles that left me disgruntled…
all at once He is to me
the centre of all eternities
the conflux of infinities
Oh such absurdity
that He should be mindful of me,
one such as He…
I stare… eyes wide with wonderment,
As He unveils his majesty!
His seamless robe and his nail pierced hands,
round me He wraps them!
tearing away my filthy garment,
and the angels gaze in awe
as He wipes my feet with His tender mercies,