My hands are roped together, back to back
with shrivelled shadow self, immobilized
in knots I tied to make me paralyzed
where all my struggles only crank the rack.
I beg you, Lord, to heal my doubled black;
untie my hands and soul, to dare arise
in love illumined by your bold sunrise,
and trust your grace to heal my joints that crack.
My dark imagined self, so tightly held
and polished to a twisted mirror gloss,
I feigned, but carefully did not dare weld;
O help me dare to take my double loss
and let my darker fears be bleached and quelled
that I may find my own true glorious cross.