Bear me a babe in arms folded,
Scooped up and swaddled I go,
Formed, shaped, then in you moulded,
Bear me please, God in absentio,
Tears bleed from faithless eyes,
I strive, I try to adore,
You see thru me, I cannot not lie,
Grasping your promise more,
The deeps I plumb uncovering,
Threads I dare not pull,
When I drink from there within,
I drink but can’t get full,
Were it easy to hold the light,
I’d store and cherish my days,
Sore twist of fate, your delight,
Hides in mysterious ways,
Yet is my hunger proof enough?
Good’s proof therein my core,
Or is the struggle and the puff,
Modern yearnings for more?
The Emergent Sea 