Times come often for me

When faced with my own pretensions,

Standing broken before my shattered image

The broken shards lying around me,

My soul bleeding from truths ragged edge

Seeking to hide from love’s infinite gaze.

I seek dark places in which to hide

Calling the mountains to fall upon me,

Self-loathing my companion,

My heart like granite,

Lifeless,

Cold and bitter.

To no avail do I seek sanctuary,

The light in my stone like heart abiding,

Allowing me not the isolation I seek

Its warmth and grace slowly arising.

Infinite love calling me back

To a place I have never left.

In darkest moments the light draws near,

The shattered image healed and restored,

Pursuit of the infinite unending

The wave of mercy overriding

Carrying me away,

To what my deepest hidden heart desires.