Yesterday,
I discovered God.
He'd walked
in strange ways
through my soul
until it gave,
in tears disgorging Him.
Quite used to lighting
candles in the dark,
I've been blinded
by the whiteness since,
and have held Him
in my breath,
not daring to let go.
And so, you see, the silence
which I ask you to forgive.
Let me nurture
His magnificence
one moment more
in my heart,
so it too may shine.
October 4, 1990
Nota Bene
When I was born again on March 3, 1990, God made his miracles manifest to me in the most wondrous ways. I was so overwhelmed by them that I resolved to know this awesome God: I read the Good News Bible, which had been given to me by the prioress of the Congregation of Franciscans of the Immaculate Conception (CFIC) while I was in prison from 1984-86, but which I had never finished beyond Numbers or Deuteronomy. October 6, the date I wrote this poem, was just a few weeks after I had completed reading Revelation (for I had read the Bible cover to cover, with all my heart, mind, soul and strength, as an angel who had come to my gate to teach me how to study it had advised).