Caught out again,
The senselessness surprising always:
That way your arms have now of reaching
And how your smile beckons;
And me with my hands still dirty,
Clothes dishevelled, face not there,
Turning now aside from you
Towards the corner, somehow proud.
(It always seems the place for me
And has my footprints there and back,
Yet you reach deep inside my crawling
With fingertips that know.)
Senseless and surprising with your
Periscopic, plumbing gaze
And eyes that touch in silent hoping,
Fingers like your perfect scars;
The offer of your warmest shoulders
And these reserves of purest grace:
Deep and deep the wounds that feed it,
Free and flowing beyond belief.
The Consolations of Writing 
The best I’ve read so far, seriously took my breath away. Well done.
Thank you! It can be hard to express the beauty and wonder of grace but I thought I’d give it a shot.
I’m so excited to see other Christians writing to the best of their ability as a form of worship in this world of online sharing that I just got brave enough to join!
This obviously came from real moments of inner life, and the use and pairing of words was amazing. Really, so well crafted. I just wanted to be sure and give some feedback, that can be so important. Keep it up!
It’s a joy to be able to share it, and to let the fruit of my relationship with God be expressed. I have been enjoying reading your stuff too. Thanks for your encouragement and for being a like-minded lover of God.
The pure and graceful contrast between the earthly and the beyond.
Periscopic, plumbing gaze
And eyes that touch in silent hoping,
Fingers like your perfect scars
these lines carried me. So understandable to me but so full of distinct character (yours, I would guess) that I could not have written it.
Stay blessed!
Thankyou! I’m glad you liked the contrasts. It was certainly a very personal poem to write – very close to my heart and my experiences of grace.