probing the deep

probing the deep

silent terror


in these deep waters

where you explore

with your instruments of Light

and the monster escapes

through the vulnerable passage

which was penetrated by your Love

rising, rising to the surface

to howl unrestrained

the ferocity of her pain

in a savage release

of untamed, unnamed torment 

which disturbs the ocean’s calm

with the turbulence of her fear


until the tempest

dissipates once again

into the ever growing, concentric circles

of your Loving arms

yet i now survey

this eerie tranquil sea

with apprehension

for i fear

where she has gone to hide

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