Be near.
When what I have known is now not.
When we struggle to matter on this
pale blue dot.
Be near.
When the past, the present and the
future seem hazey.
When we are only forever chasing
safety.
Be near.
When my shell of self-esteem cracks
like paint on old Romanic wall.
When my vapour of understanding
leads to an imminent downfall.
Be near
When my intellect and reason
remains galaxies apart from yours.
When I seek to find significance in
man’s approval and applause.
Be near.
When the mystery of family or
friendship seems to be a futile affair.
When my faith appears to have
become old and threadbare.
Be near.
Oh I pray be nearer still.
Be nearer than my skin and deeper
than my soul.
My need of your intimacy is a
cavity only you can fill.
Be near
To me always.
Always.
I ask.
Send a dove or quail or even part
the sea.
But please, my Lord…
Be near
Be near
Be near
to
me.
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