When the Enemies Close In

Copyright 03.30.2011 Jonathan Reuel (original version 03.3.2010 Jonathan Reuel)

The next six months are like the blind and the bends
I don’t mind planning for beginnings and ends
But I won’t sit here while it all falls apart
I’d rather follow you right into the darkness

You never lose those you’ve chosen
And I can trust you when the enemies close in

It’s time to pack away my crutches and canes
The cheap escapes and the mostly harmless games
My last tattoo was an invisible stain
I’m climbing up above the clatter and the careless use of the petty claims

I fall, I can not stand
In the depths of your love, in your gentle hands
Your way has become my home
Your love has become my boat in this sea of sorrow
Higher and deeper and wider and stronger is this love
That has now become my life overflowing, a great river rising
To carry me
Into your light like a bright, golden, sight-clearing, heart-rending hope
That will not disappoint
All the ones who will come from the shadows to give you
All they are
Simply, simply

The next six months are like a lost campaign
A great last stand or maybe something that you can’t explain
But I won’t try to hide my pride or my fear
I’d rather tell you while the coast’s still clear