Two Poems, by Magrat, October 2018

Take, take away, come take away

and hide away the pain, the dark, the fear;

and leave, leave in its place, here in this place,

this place that is my heart, my soul, my song,

instead leave love.

Make of my hand a quill, to spill

so many words upon the page,

to praise Thee and petition Thee,

to flow and grow

as yet I age.

Make of my mouth a song, to sing

so many sounds into the air

to hail Thee and to hasten Thee,

to rise and fall,

for Thou art all, and Thou art near.

Make of my heart a reed, to bring

a little of Thy light, to shine

that others in the dark may find

all that they need is near,

all that they need to praise and to petition Thee,

to hail and fail and hasten Thee,

to flow and grow, to rise and fall

toward the All that art the Thou and I.