Threat

A sort of poetic/prayerful reflection on the threatening nature of God.

I trade danger for distance

Not too close; easy, easy.

Your presence carries too much threat;

It is my undoing.

Drawing near risks everything;

All I have, all I am.

I must not lose it;

Everything must not change.

Arms length will suffice.

There you remain controllable,

Comfortable, amiable, nice.

Content at being thought of without being known.

Yet your danger is not so distant;

In my weaker moments it is even desirable.

Could it be that

the threat that is my undoing

is also my making?

Loss brings life, you say;

And the threat your presence poses is also a promise

That everything must change.

For good.