The Devil I Know

Are you brought low by this holy hand? Have you clouded your eyes with stumbling visions? Are you too proud to understand what you are doing in the face of rippling distinctions? Are you trying to be a slivered version of me?

Be grateful for this delicate creature and all her gentle graces. Be humble for her dwelling in your house tonight. Pray for her quivering legs or know love is gone from this place. I know what it is to be truly alone. You could not suffer that fate and ever expect to survive.