Dichotomy Poem by Peter Eliastam

How do I this Janus
Double-minded, deaf, disown?
Mature, my rival rifting me, full-blown.
How do I my self-antagonist implore
With eyes behind and eyes before?

How do I endure my twin,
Lay down my Didimus, rescind
A law dividing me, at war in every faculty,
Against my mind? I duel with my own duality,
A painter colourblind.

How do I this Janus
Entertain within, remain undone,
When you Yeshua, bore the naked flaw
Of my self-centred sin? And more –
Stand knocking at my door!

How You so pure, should
Enter present pain of broken union,
Or how Your hand that knocks could bleed
To bathe my blood, my God, I need
Not understand. I open up to You.