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Robin Jackson Pearson

About this Christian Poet:
I live in Austin, Texas with my husband of nearly 10 years and our four (homeschooled) children, ages 1 through 8.

This poem not only speaks to one woman, but to a whole class of people that I cherish. Some branches of the church seem to want to antagonize liberals, humanists, feminists, pagans, gays, etc. Jesus never made a point of antagonizing the "sinners". Instead, He loved them. This poem is a cry of longing to see those beloved people reconciled with Jesus.

Orison*
   for Lynda

When I was your acolyte, enthralled
—And you, my illumining sun goddess—
I wore your brilliance borrowed like the moon's silver gown,
Aglow with adoration.

And you, my illumining sun goddess,
Beamed forth to me maternal rays of love,
Aglow with adoration,
Offering all you knew or hoped was good.

Beamed forth to me maternal rays of love…
And I received, and treasure your intent:
Offering all you knew or hoped was good
(Though I have shed your dress for different robes)

And I received, and treasure your intent,
Secure that change will not destroy our bond,
Though I have shed your dress for different robes,
Bowing low in worship to my God.

Secure that change will not destroy our bond,
Though I forsake your teachings and convert,
Bowing low in worship to my God
—The very same God you warned me of—

Though I forsake your teachings and convert
to Christ, reverencing the holy Word of God
(The very same God you warned me of).
Perhaps you feel betrayed, yet you embrace me as I turn

To Christ, reverencing the holy Word of God.
I beg you, now, consider if it's true.
Perhaps you feel betrayed, yet you embrace me as I turn
Toward you, beckoning you to join me in my faith.

I beg you, now, consider if it's true!
My supplicant hands, beseeching Heaven, reach
Toward you, beckoning you to join me in my faith.
(Only dire concern moves me to dare suggest…)

My supplicant hands, beseeching Heaven, reach
Barely near enough to lend you my fervent, frail embrace.
Only dire concern moves me to dare suggest
You yield your beloved heart into God's eternal arms.

Barely near enough to lend you my fervent, frail embrace,
Further I extend my prayers, hoping you understand why I must pray
You yield your beloved heart into God's eternal arms.
I could never bear the loss of you.

Further I extend my prayers, hoping you understand why I must pray:
(But I cannot lament the passing of the days)
I could never bear the loss of you
Because I love you truly now, greater than before.

But I cannot lament the passing of the days
I wore your brilliance borrowed, like the moon's silver gown,
Because I love you truly now, greater than before,
When I was your acolyte, enthralled.

*A Prayer

Copyright©2004 by Robin Jackson Pearson