Poems by Themis

Is it not time?

Is it not time? Insistent voices call.

I cannot breathe. Open the sealed up gates.

Oh, hasten now, the fainting spirit waits,

Release it, Lord, before it swoon and fall.

A lifetime spent in battering down the wall!

Exhaustion, agony, the mind's debates,

Or wild, unprofitable passion's spates,

And wasted wrestling with black storm and squall.

I see, nothing I do can ever avail;

This helplessness is all I offer You,

This death, this anguish, this blank faceless face;

If there's no key, then speak and blast the jail,

Or melt the walls to fire, that passing through

The heart be gathered to Your heart of Grace.

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