The Eclipse

Lord, let me sit with you
    Now in the time of doubt,
    When confusion paints the horizon,
    And springs stop up with absence. 

Lord, let me sit with you
    In the quiet of this room,
    As light spills in through leaves,
    And every second screams, “presence!”

    (But quietly, in silence, as you always speak)

Lord, let me sit with you
    In these two moments,
    Self-same, one over the other,
    Eclipsed; I sit in the umbra, penumbra. 

    (But the Trinity is still dancing in the corona)

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