It is a blatant answer
Foreordained in my heart
I will serve Jesus The Christ
To Him my likening impart
But I am trembling fierce
And my darkness in obscurity lingers
My maturity wanes in angst
Tarrying for an impregnated dreamer
Peradventure I am closed off
Shut away into my shaft
Buried in the tunnels of smuggling
Enclosed by the dreading drafts
One peek of light dwindles
The hole peeping with a whimper
Can my candle in my soul
Hold true to the temple?
My metaphors are symbols
Symbols acting as signs
Signs memorializing sacraments
Chanting, incensing, gravitating toward The Divine
The Blood of Jesus, His Blood
The Lamb Who takes away sin
My God, Humble Savior
With Whom there lies an end, but no end
Crawling to the core of earth
Visible yet am I
Losing my life in intention
“Is it not I?”
Who is above the Heavens
Under the earth-
Subdued His creation
In me completing a good work
MatthewPope28 
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