My bond with you
Is not the binding of a superstition -
I have not said
‘To guarantee good luck I’ll follow You’ -
I do not wear your symbol as a charm.
My care of you
Is not the care that comes of obligation -
I will not pay
Attention to you by man’s calendar,
Nor do the will of any less than you.
My work for you
Is driven not by greed for recognition
Nor by the need
To compensate for some great weight of sin -
Because you ask me, I do everything.
My words for you
Cannot be pages of propitiation -
Awe and fear,
Eulogies, interminable prayer,
Begging and preaching, you will never hear.
And when I greet you
I will not bow, or kneel, or bend my head -
I cannot meet
Your steady gaze that way; I will not turn
My face, nor stay away,
From your embrace.
Rev. Pamela Ann Frances Crane