You asked me to read it, yet I refused....if I dare speak it would I be
used. My heart is so full now, my mouth full of knots to finally consider
the yets and yet nots. I'm tangled and woven into so many shapes, the
torment of distance, the absence of your face.

You asked that I say it but then I digress, how do I manage this awful
distress. I'm caught between pillars of leather and lace. The sound of your
voice, gone without trace. But do I dare speak it, should I confess, the
depth of my feeling or the degree of my stress. So long without love now and
then you arrived, confronted with demons and terrible pride.

I'm trapped in ineptness and inadequate trial, my errors complete I can't
bare denial. Now finally I dare speak it my tongue tied in knots, curse the
yets and blast the yet nots! My heart is entangled, my brains' become mush
if standing near cliffside I'd ask them.....please push! Father I'll speak
it, though I'll fall short, I've waited and waited in search of the ONE, I
never considered what would be done. Would you rush to my side in marvelous
strides, would time cease existing while lost in your eyes.

To stand in your spirit, to breath it all in, consumed by your magic...your
kiss on my chin.
The right words escape me or else there are none, confronted with silence,
where shall I run.
Father I'll confess it, I'm a terrible clod, I'll require your patience
because I'm no God. I'll lay down before you and offer myself there. Be
thoughtful and careful my edges are sharp, at last I'll dare speak
it......but consider my heart...

God Chaser 2002