Cradle Me

The sweet sound of Your soft whispers
       murmur in undulations
       echoing in silken complacency
       as I giggle in glee.
The seasoned touch of Your gentle hands
       radiate and revive
       as my cheeks flush, and
       the warmth spreads, emitting comfort to my torments.
Cradle me in Your loving arms
       sway me in Your grace.
Fill my heart with understanding
       topple me in Your mercy.

Your sovereignty, my serenity.

Abba, Father

Settling softly into the silk drizzled dew,
       drifting as the crystalline droplets refract,
       shedding light upon the sharp contours.
Your face is lucidly etched into the terrain,
       but distortions from years of transgression
       film over in an ominous haze.
Alas, I fade into the wallpaper,
       blending into my interminable shame,
       as the floral intrications consume my determined essence.
Around the bend, hindering undulations ripple
       defying limitations, signaling your ever persistent presence.
Somewhere in the distance
       a whisper floats through the weighted air
       and gently composes itself, fixated toward the east.
A willing ear arcs, eyelashes tenderly flutter--

Your name resounds through the abounding buds,
       Your love embraces my slighted hand.