I am the storm tossed sea
longing for three words
piercing now to eternity
Peace.
Be still.

I am the ravaged leper
desperate in my shame
reaching out for that cleansing touch
I will.
Be whole.

I am the naked adulteress
trembling in fear of life or death
helpless in my guilt
Neither do I condemn
thee.

I am the ravenous wolf
consumed by natural hungers
longing for That Day
And the wolf shall graze
with the lamb.


(19-2-94)