I saw myself as God would see
The all in Chnst God lived in me
I felt the pulse of passion rush
The tender wings of angel brush

I begged to hold that vision pure
Before my longing eyes and poor
So that my tongue, my teeth, my hands
Might move on winds of faith and dance

Exhausted I lay on the rocks of my dreams
Of cheaply-bought happiness tangible things
And all the while cursed by a dis-easy settling
A demon's deal -- false idle image belittling

Then, suddenly caught in a vision so heavenly
Made in the image of God I cried out to me
"Come show yourself in the light of God's Truth,
Making Way in your waywardness, peace in your youth."

September 7, 1994