reply to post by jakyll
Through the howling winds comes the thing we fear most,
They descend with Fire,the Spirit and the Holy Ghost
Love so terrible, so mighty, so all consuming,
hinders my life, my dreams need resuming.
What is real, absolute, total, hope of ages,
Won't take His words from my life's pages.
Leave me alone to life boring and dreary,
such vastness of love leaves me nothing but weary!
Let me hide in the lukewarm arms of the flesh,
pretending each conquest my soul can refresh.
Give me baubles and banquets, banal boring banter,
a cadaverous crawl, no celestial canter.
But still they descend, draw my gaze to the sky,
soul rebels from within with a hope reaching sigh.
Awe-full they come: burning, fulling, refining,
Conquering all, two heart's fast entwining.
Love is dreadful, fearful, howling, confusing,
I'm glad it is mine, for far worse the refusing.