He Came

He came to me
In the silence of the written word
He asked of me to love him
I thought he meant for me to serve
I served him well
At least I thought
I was faithful
And I cared
But he, my service
Did not want
He simply sought
My love
Tis easier to serve
To strive and struggle
To be good
Than to love
When doubt had wormed
Its way through faith
And anger ceased to strive
And goodness couldn’t care
He came back
Hunting me
Not in the written word
But in the silent spaces of my soul
And once again
He sought my love
This Ancient One
This Lover of my soul

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