Dear God, it calls me,
Screaming whispers reach from within,
I lean shuddering, lusting, fearing
It seizes and will not let me go.
Will I flee? will I sink?
Insisting, dragging, poisoning, sweetening
Robed in fascination, swiftly comes.
My God! I cannot call, my will is dead
And poisoned in the thrall.
You killed the shadow
The sickening, thrilling darkness is dead
And cannot take me.
Loving you, I flee from myself
To completing, cleaning, filling goodness
And hide in the depths of you.
My God! Bringer of hope and fullness
Only staying, nourishing, loving one.
You cannot go.
Thankful, I stay and love the source of love
With my poor passion.
Eternal one in light, my own.