Psalm 34:5

a poem

“They looked unto him, and were lightened:
and their faces were not ashamed.”

Shame hunts me, O God:
Has me, binds me,
Ties me like a
Captive creature,
Keeps me bound in 
Dimlight cages
Whence I cannot
Spring myself.

Strong hands have You, Lord,
Hands to fashion 
Rain and lashing
lightning splitting
Skies, or ocean
Depths, that region
Marked by no light.
Reach Those hands;

Mark my darkness, Lord.
Change me, make me
Better than I
Know me; even 
If You break me,
Let my whole soul
Call You maker,
Know Your touch.

Hunt my shame, Maker,
Catch it, burn it,
Turn it into
Light, for voicing
Only need You,
Would You alter 
Darkness––fire me;
Shadows torch.

Then shall daylight wick,
Quicken limbs and
Líve what's stricken,
All things christen
New things, by Your
Hands remade now,
Faces turning
Unto hope.

So turn I, my God,
Looking, livened,
Shadows banished,
Trappers tricked and
Cages opened. 
Can I bear it?––
All the glory
In Your gaze.