Shape me, God, and form me
like the tide shapes her shoreline,
like the flame reforms the wick.
Let me be your monstrance:
and never veiled in sackcloth
but radiant with your presence close within.
Let me be the gospel
by which your love is preached
to friend and stranger:
and let me not be selfish,
never jealous, never vain,
nor yet resentful—but Easter in me, Love!
Let your fire be no more an ember
but a living flame that leaves
no trace of me: but only in me, You.
This is day 37 of LABIA MUNDA, a series of forty poems during the forty days of Lent.