Enough

Seeing the deep bleak darkness

     of our chosen night

     destructive power driven

          by fear

     each terrified thrashing

          tightening the shackles

          of despair

     and so

          almost from the beginning

Until now

     we are

          hopelessly

               helplessly

     tangled in self-destruction

    

     fallen short

          of the glory

               of the wonder

                    of us.

     Judgment

          would be relief.

Whatever would be

     enough to cut the

     cords which

     bind us?

         

Whatever would be

     enough to drive out

     the fear which

     drives us?

Whatever would be…

     enough

 “In the fullness of time

     God sent forth His

     son

          born…”

Still…

     is love born

     enough?

What might God know

     about love

     that I have

     yet to learn?