Poetry Time: Thrice-Click of the Heel

Piercing the soul, restless ache—
unity yearned for, love
recumbent, deadened, lost, gone.
Instill a flame—desire—
to bring life back, redeemed and
youthful, restored for Him.

Praying for those tepid souls—
unsought, as they perceive
themselves to be, but how wrong.
Intensity of truth
troubles them, disturbs until—
yielding, they fall in shame.

Pouring forth the tears, they shall
unify their suff’rings,
reveal sin-sick states of heart,
incline their will to His.
Tie the wounds, unlock the gates—
yearnings have been fulfilled.