the weight of love's dilemma

wordcraft for the first Sunday of Lent:

gazing into the light
of daybreak’s panoramic height
i recognize the outline, a work of art
initiated by an ancient Artist
emerging from the weight of love’s dilemma
like the strong, safe arms
of a Father reaching to encompass
the menace that has burdened my soul
throughout the nightwatches
yet the light now shed from above
perceives the shadow of consequence
as this illuminating Artist enfolds my body
alighting my spirit within to rhapsody
casting me into His masterpiece
with tenderness amidst my perplexity
and while radiance rises within
to meet the dayspring without
i discover myself clothed
in the cool of mornings’ gentle breeze
but my lips burn nonetheless
while my eyes manifest
as renewed witnesses
even as awe
(lightly holding my breath)
beckons me to wonder at
the spectacle of the will to love
so reminiscent of
the life of God and the tree of pain
borne along upon strong shoulders
just like the day you took my hand
and beckoned me to stand
then dance within sight
of a wondrous and glorious plight
beauty for ashes
and the budding of aaron’s rod
a soul summoned to behold
the ache of our God
then the ebb of darkness
let’s loose the crashing wave
of new mercies
running from morning’s horizon
to meet this prodigal
drawn by loving cords
to his Eternal Father’s
Divine Embrace