Let me sleep a little longer
lingering in the morning mist
too must twisting and turning
so much goodness is so exhausting.
We get used to our familiar nests
no mattered how infested they may be
we like our own mess and squalor
and don't like anyone disturbing it.
They were our raging crazy men
our gargoyles, our living fortress
they protected us from all outsiders
and we enjoyed the fruits of their illness.
Taking away their illness and demons
we are left undefended from our own
light is shining on our disease
we want to hide and be let alone.
God's light reveals more than we wish
the darkness and festering is familiar
ugly and oozing in the reflected glow
we are frightened by our own failings
and wish to see no more.
God's light lingers through it all
despite our best efforts to extinguish
love will bind staunch the flow and bind us
until we are made whole again and again.