Come As You Are
It was when there was nowhere else to turn –
when I’d run out of argument,
that I confronted you –
relentless Lover.
Your light exposed the threadbare
nature of my armour –
the flimsy scaffold of my defence.
You stand there, astride the centuries,
your feet on the ground
your eyes on the frontiers of eternity.
In your joyful exuberance you call –
Come!
Come with me!
Come into my space!
Love is infinite! So –
steer by a different star,
live on a bigger map,
come to different conclusions,
change your priorities,
share my spaciousness!
Agoraphobic, I hide –
behind habit, tradition,
“We’ve always done it this way.”
I’m daunted by your space.
There’s no assurance of a comfort zone.
No promise of security.
No shelter from the blazing Love
that set the show in motion.
Fearing the unpredictable
I plead inadequacy,
lack of good connections,
general unworthiness.
You say
Come as you are,
and hold out your hand.
I take the outstretched hand,
but carefully,
remembering that it is wounded.
© Rosemary Wakelin
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