Sharp Shadows

I want desperately

to bathe you in Blessing,

in Light that disperses

these sharp shadows.

I wish I had the

Fundamentalist’s conviction,

finding sure measure

in your suffering.

A Pentecostal’s belief

in the ability to cast out

the devil afflicting you.

If it could make the difference,

I would devote myself

to Rigid Dogma:

Safe passage not only

for your corporeal self,

but your young soul.

It would become

my only dedication,

my only worship,

my only vocation.

I would have

no other gods,

no golden lamb,

no false idols.

I would not be this

helpless novice

blind mendicant

pseudo protector

mouthing promises of

keeping you safe.

Promises

only you

can keep.

(cc) Karen G. Johnston