And so: here I am
At thirty-nine living in
Sun and the
Silence of my rooms

Contemplating life in
Communion and
Belonging to
A faith that

Pleases me and
Is due God.  I must
Do this thing before
Time turns the end of 

Our millennium.  Oh I
Hold my fear gently, so
Gently in my two hands
That I will

Not be overborne by
Tide and winds.  Mea
Culpa - I have sinned,
Sinned, and I am

Desperate to rest
Unpunished, unplumbed,
As if I still have
Depths that I can sound

And become
Confirmed in my ability
To be all I can be:
To be fulfilled.
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