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.
Copyright © Patricia Langston-Moran