We unaccustomed to courageexiles from delightlive coiled in shells of lonelinessuntil love leaves its high holy templeand comes into our sightto liberate us into life.Love arrivesand in its train come ecstasiesold memories of pleasureancient histories of pain.Yet if we are boldlove strikes away the chains of fearfrom our souls.We are weaned from our timidityIn the flush of loves lightwe dare be braveAnd suddenly we seethat love costs all we areand will ever be.Yet it is only lovewhich sets us free.

Just five minutes God I chant like some hostage negotiator on the brink of a resolution. Five minutes alone. Please please. Please.