Pain

Cleansing deep within my soul,the pain overwhelms my senses,my eyes pour out a stream,I feel my hearts pulses.A shiver from the center runs through my veins in fitful quivers quaking, beatitudes bubbling, felicity fomenting, shame stirring, sin shock...ing my mind to insight through long nights of supplication. Second winds blow waves upon dry sand; I am alive, eternal & contrite there is no doubt I am in your hands.