Come To Me

From my heart rises an incessant cry Like a stormy wind gaining in force and fury With every passing moment, It becomes a tumultuous roar “I want Thee, My God and My Lord I want none but Thee”! I earnestly entreat Be with me, not before or behind But by my side and all around Enter the soundlessness of my being Transmute my silence into sheer joy Play on my tight strung sitar strings And fill the eerie silence with euphonic melody I wait here with my lamp lit and burning Expectant and anxious in this murky gloom Glue up the broken shards and make me whole Grant this frail reed its unshakable strength! Over the loud vociferation of this world I call your name aloud in weal and woe. Placed First Brian Strand Poetry Contest (1051)