A Dove


Shelter me within the fire of your flaming wings
Oh Holy one
Chosen as I to be my guide through the torment
Of my unforgiveable happiness
For who am I
The last and least among humankind
To smile with love and empathy towards he
Whose cross is heavier than mine.

Take it from him.
Carry it with a lonely agony.

Indeed holy one.
Shelter me with the flames
Of my self accusations.