Fear

burning on a low fire
my heart, aches, thinking
(feeling?) and unrevealing
desires; letting never me see
except, as i reflect
i am in Three.

and, dark, even as i am,
only my eyes are dim;
the thought of being blind tonight
relieves, soothes; every sin
is not dark, nor rules,
nor is master here

for in light the wounds
for sin are on Him
and paralyzing fear
is only in view
of my own reflection,
which as water reflects face,

so heart reflects man,
and the dimly lit
will brighten (and has)
breaking into what has always been
amidst and aware

the face of God
within the face of fear.