Sonnets for Michelangelo ~ No 58

Reverence holds me back, but great love urges me on to take my God under my poor roof, unworthy though I am; and I adore him in the Holy Sacrament, where faith surges beyond sense, and the unbelieving mind purges itself of its disbelief. I stand by the door, Lord, on the infinite threshold of hope, where love is, and where what is outside merges with what is within. You become part of me, and, slowly, the boundary between you and me begins to dissolve till we see one another face to face. my God, it's too much to imagine, almost too good to be true, like the sky in its impossible blue.

~Vittorio Colonna as recomposed by Anna Key ~ annakey.ucraftt.site/