The Twisted Man Poem by Bill Mitton

THE TWISTED MAN
(my relationship with my Lord and Saviour)

I am he and he is me, he takes this man
All I am he gave me, and all he is, is in me
In one atom, or the universe, he is alpha and omega
In me he is a breathing, beating, heart
the universe rests in me, because I am his
Here within one grateful praising soul
All summers warmth and winters cold
and every seasons turning are there
All bright starburst and planet turnings
Each cosmic storm and comet shower
dwell here within this imperfect mortal shell
because this soul holds his breath.
No pain, loss, nor sadness, hold dominion
here within a heartbeat, empires rise
kingdoms fall, and worlds slowly turn.
Yet in the midst of all turmoil and terror
Look into the face of this one twisted man
And see into the eyes of him who is love
See within this lined imperfect countenance
Every question ever asked, its answer.
All anger, hate, and pain is written here
Across this breaking, beating, heart
Held here in this twisted crucified man.