Teased deeply by the playful Goddess
I am drawn down and around into
The pool of your ebbing fear
Kissing the imaginary angel of you
Your wings brush up against my soft spots
And I am wondrous that such a creature
Exists and is interested in tormenting my peaceful reverie
Watching through your life
Faith build upon itself and dies again
I am reminded of my own past and set about
Pondering its relevance to the whole
But then I see Her tinkering with you
And know that it is all just Her way
Of making Herself known
Through the many colors of suffering
April 12, 1998
Karuana Gatimu 