‘You need only take my hand’.
I peer out from my monochrome shadows.
Only? I say.
Only I don’t say anything because
know it is a statement of fear
and not a question.
Still I feel the warmth of his
presence upon me.
I have no questions only the
rapid beating of my heart
the rising pain that cuts at mt throat
as for a moment I am filled with hope.
He says I must only take his hand and I
can walk into a world of colour.
Only, it’s not my hand the creator wants.
He wants my blind faith.
He begs for my un-moving trust.
He pleads for my devoted love.
He wants my thoughts, my love, my hopes my desires.
He wants the sins I have lusted for to burn in the fires.
He wants my tears, my kindness, my hope,
he wants every idea i am able to sow.
‘You need only take my hand’. He says.
‘and it’s yours.’
I dip back into the shadows
one hand on the door edge
Karen Hayward ©2016