He of Saving

A chest like mine
With ripples of flesh and blood,
Biding its time
Before time's end
Clutched 'tween it's awkward matter
Are deep-seated hates that none do flatter

This heart-laden burden is none too rare,
This sorrow-maiden voyage does little to care
For brother and sister
Companion and friend.

It does not discriminate
It does not limit itself
In growth or spate

Consuming till I myself am consumed
Presuming till I myself am presumed
Lost, forgotten or doomed.

But You did not listen
You did not care
You did not fear
The marble-thick walls that I built up
Or the bite-barking wolf-beast that I trained
To you the walls were sandcastles
And the monster a mere pup.

Like music in the air you called,
Like a shepherd his lamb you hauled
me.