When the door closes: a poem by Melissa Arris

There is never so sweet a time

As when the lights are low

And the door closes

And I strip off the coverings of day

Taking off strength, integrity, honor

When I am laid bare before Him

The King of my heart

Never closer

After the writhing

And the sweating

The toil of bearing my soul

My nakedness exposed

Fully seen

Fully known

Oh, to rest in the stillness

And be held by you

As you whisper sweet promises

To my unquenchable heart

And in the morning

You are still with me

And again, I put on my armor

To battle the day

But my thoughts

They will be on you

My jealous love

My soul pants for you

To be in the secret place

Where you will fill me again

And I will be one with you

In perfect love

That never runs dry

You are the fire

And the quenching

There is no other

Only you