by John Montin

Oh God
If only Thou were flesh
Now, so You
Could reach down
And touch my shoulder
Grasp my hand
And whisper resonant
Words of comfort
That only I
Could hear
Instead of constantly
Making me prove
My faith in You
By my supplication
Until the living of
My life
Becomes so utterly
Incomprehensible and painful
That my sole reaction
To this confusion and hurt
Could only be
To seek your mercy


©2005 John Montin


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