Glory

Glory

Easily captivated

By a Glory

Whose radiance washes

All other worlds sallow,

And swallows my sight,

And strikes a sound

That sets my heart

Afire with hunger,
And ravishes my breath

And rends my speech

With worship that words

Serve but wanly to express;

All Your own: I surrender –

But oh!

To be consumed!

© 2011 Avril VanderMerwe