by A.Q. Alidost
http://aqalidost.blogspot.com

Drunken by Your Glory,
 I have come to You
tonight
not walking, but running
not faithful, but assured
not fearing, but longing

with a heart
shattered into pieces
 and a back  stabbed
by the wickedness of fate

on my knees
with hands
like two wings
flapping towards You
 
not hopeful,
but knowing
that You will have
the door
open for me