a friend wrote : Five walls enclosing A night's just imposing She struggles upon her knees Worlds in transition A profound new position Who'll hear her quiet pleas? Her kingdom was consuming But like a moth to flame She kept burning wings of freedom Unfocused by the pain How could she be so wrong in Bringing meaning to her name? His presence was assurance She'd forgotten why He came His love so astounding His touch all resounding She bends in His majesty He whispers "Beloved" "It's you that I covet" Alone, she's all that He sees And prostrate on the floor her Tears are mingled with belief No slave is more adored tonight through this Master's kind relief "Don't laugh back tears Or hold the crowd You're my Beloved And I'm still proud To cradle you Throughout this fight Which I've long won And made Love right."
logorrhea representing a life once lived as evangelical trying to come to terms with something called reality