Him Poem by Michael Mason

Why did I not do well in the begining?
when I had so much going.My treadmill
was working in escolation: my thoughts in rhymn.

I did not know Him in those early days.
He knew me: and was always close, close
enough to touch, close enough even to smell
and taste, why the haste? .

An even blend of love and understanding:
between two lovers: ('Let Him kiss me with
the kisses of His mouth,) and an equal God,
because He was God: He is God, shall never
be anything else, He has promised me that.
No one guided me to Him: He came to me,
night or day? , I know not, and when He did
come, He came as a boy, as I was, holding
my hand in the dark. Even when He was
difficult to see I could sense His presence.
In a field, in a crowded room, at the foot
of His cross. The feeling was always the same:
I had no shame.

Speaking out loud to Him, accutely aware of
who He was: He was my friend, and I
was His, with no sense of guilt.
He had chosen me, for that I feel
elated, and without question,
my love is mine and I am His.

He pastures His flock among the lilies.