He Touched Me

not like the hands of imperfect flesh
instead
amending my appetite
purifying my perversion
denying my death
slaking my thirst
becoming my belief
He touched me

in the places where pains once rested
concealed by layers of time and doubt
so no light could reach inside
yet
Son light did override
and unstill what I was afraid to move
making room for Life that lived externally
to swell and spill over like a flooding river
He touched me

and grew a flower that forgot its true beauty
letting its right to bloom be lost in the fog of transgression
yet
not too distant for His reach to recover
and re-teach to every pore of my skin
reattach to every dream of my nights
and remind every one of my hopes
that I have been with God
not for nothing
but for every bit of Him He has made me
to be

Your Prayers

when I forgot the sense to simply reach inside of God
to taste the love I thirsted for
there were invisible arms
strong
gentle
careful
and warm
without my permission
their hands moved behind my mask
through my inner turmoil
to fill my hurting heart with tenderness
and rebuke the poisons of deceit
because you prayed for me

an abyss
that seemed to ever yawn
keeping me distant from that place in God
where my days are best
became a gap bridged by
every scripture
every happy memory
every repressed joy
every moment of praise
every word building the story of my being
because you prayed for me

fear of running out
of time
love
strength
faith
and money
was forced to unlatch from my eyes
its darkness compelled to retreat
from the light of truth swelling on the inside of my vision
resuscitating hope in corners of my thoughts
where aspirations grew suicidal
because you prayed for me