i saw my name written in, deep within the well as i drank from it. (and dug within your palms) as You offered this, i felt You gaze at me. but with quickened step, my feet spoke faster than the sentence that clawed at my heels more than sentiment; i knew that You looked at me but not that intently.
You sang, "listen, listen! can't you hear creation groaning? the heels of lions are moaning for movement and everything is shaking that could be shaken. and I only ask, o God! do I plead that you would abide and remain in me oh, 'cause I, I am jealous for your safety."
"when I saw you, it was like walking through the street just crowds of endless grief through the walls past which I could see through the windows obsolete 'cause I saw every tear, every sigh every wasted minute by every inch of my father's design every second of life denied."
"and oh, child, if I could, I'd throw myself before your tracks but I've already done that, I've already done that. so that maybe you would stop, o God! would you see... but now my blood is drying on the soles of your feet."