What I know

I know I am not just nothing
I am worse than all of that
I am a hammer which destroys
I am a fist raining blows
I am an arrow aimed at your secret
I am a mean old fool whose greedy touch kills

I know that all my passion and all my vision
compels me to hammer that nail
into the One who is Love
That love which I have found so distasteful
Had to die
Had to end
But my killing rage stands impotent and useless
against the Love which rose against it
conquering me still it loves
unending and forever
I am unmade and undone
put together again by all the King’s wisdom.

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