You decided
that you want me,
and so commanded
flashing angels
to invade my night.
With blind bliss
to contend,
and weary with seraphic strife
I gave in:
(a pious moment
here and there,
a sign of the cross,
a whispered prayer),
until, patient Father,
in bright dreams you called
and led me high
up your holy mountain
promising
that I will rise
and never,
never fall.
(24 Dec. 2011)
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