Contemplating Confession
In flesh’s solitude, I count it blestThat only you, my Lord, can see my heartWith passion’s darkness tearing it apartWith storms of self, and tempests of unrest.But your love breaks through blackness, bursts with lights.We separate ourselves, but you rebindIn Dayspring all our fragments, body, mind,And spirit join, unit against the night.Healed by your love,…
