And I await a sign,
from You, Director
Maestro of Mercy
and stark eyes.

Beckon me…direct me,
and I a flute
to Your lips
shall my soul trill
in response,
and I will move.

But oh Rose behind the Sun,
enlighten me
Your benighted and blind daughter…
Am I coming out?
Or entering in?

Draw me in,
Redness of my Heartbleed
To the cross which hangs
Heavy…

Between
Heaven and Earth
Spirit and Dust
In and out…
Me and myself
And You.