when will i be naked before You

lay bear my nude self to You

Your Spirit eats me, heart and all

chewing my innards to soul-grain

for planting in fields near and far

i saunter like one possessed by You

throwing off refuse like rag-pickers' trash

a restless bear sighting fish down steam

i roam, eyeing the prize still out of sight

i long a Yes to say, free of my sins

but muster tainted ones like before

and You're here

coaxing the beset of me

yet

*We locate ourselves in time as well as in space, with the self at the center no matter which direction we look.

-Ron Matous

*We are creatures who need a sense of place.

-Ron Matous