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Respect (Rev. 3:20)

A POEM

By Lorraine Bochler Eshleman | November 1986

Gentle Lord, I love You.

You tiptoe ‘cross my heart.

You sit beside me quietly and wait.

For years I lost track of You,

But in some quiet hours

I heard Your gentle tiptoe at my gate.

And even when I opened

The gate to let You in

You tiptoed in with absolute respect

Hoping not to scare me

Or make me see too soon

The wondrous, awesome grandeur of my Guest.

How do I know You love me?

It is the quiet peace,

The patient way that You will work with me —

A Sovereign Who tiptoes

And treats with full respect

The one who could be simply property.

When Angels Danced

When angels danced on heads of pins

The ways of men were means not ends;

…

Beatitude in Blue

Enveil God’s face, winged seraphim

Before the dazzling throne:

The onyx clouds cannot hide Him

…

Sonnet

“Walk circumspectly, and redeem the time

Because the days are evil,” said Saint Paul.

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