Why will you not
come to me. My
longing is so great.
Does no one hear
in this world
or in the beyond?
What hollow need
is left for me
to stroke within
my soul? What
troubled thoughts
lie uncomforted?
It is not right
of You, oh God
of love to be
so thoughtless
in Your will.
In this is flame
through which I
walk enough is
more than I can
stand. Unsinged
I wish that I
had been incinerated.
♥