If you could see
the best of me
it would be
upon my knee
in humility
before the thrice-holy
who eclipsed my heart
with hope
apart
from the present pain
of this deadening day
in which I have no say
as to what is right or wrong
in a song
gone horribly off key,
dissonant and dark,
except for the spark
that longs to embark,
arms cast wide,
deep into the divine
who once was mine
when it was sublime
to be
His/or Hers.
Then and nevermore.
Amen.
--- Darrell Arnold
