The Eye of Me

Lurking in my darkened mind, hatred strains for freedom...incarcerated by sanity...ever seething, bleeding, clawing at chains, locked by my hand. It will sever my soul if the key escapes from me. Nestled in my hidden eye, my heart cries with such pain...adorned in white...hushed, deep, unseen, cringing from all eyes, protected by my wrath. It will be crushed by Christ if I expose myself to the murderous blow. I walk upon a virgin sea, dawn's light upon my hair, the breeze my breath, the sun my smile, the sands my treasure, God my might, the rain, my tears...life my death. I know not me. I know not Thee. Patricia Langston-Moran