I don’t know what to do
with this love. You
invade me and I collapse.
Words fall from my mouth as if
I have become a child bereft.
I feel waves of You in
Your absence. And
then You return. A
frazzled God, You
dazzle me in
proximity and my
head, my
heart spins. You
win me over yet again. You
begin in me differently. But
still I hurt. Still I weep
You in tears.
I’ve been turning over and over the phrase “frazzled God.” My mother used to use that word; she’s the only person I remember doing so. Now, here it is again, and combined with your imagery of the child, it suggests God as a frazzled parent, coming into a restless child’s room again and again through the night, hoping to soothe its tears.
Oh, I like that connection very much!! Thanks. It is amazing how poems are enriched by people bringing themselves to them. Wow.