Moth by Jeanelle Fu

Like a moth to flame
I was drawn to his refuge, staying safely within the light
never knowing burning love
until we came close enough, to touch
Eternity is not a shallow pond
Calvary was not a rehearsal
His eyes, are like flames of fire (Revelations 19:12)
His hands, carry my name (Isaiah 49:16)
To touch the edge of his cloak
is not just to receive healing for a moment
A quick pardon, breath of respite for a weary soul
But as he turns to look at you, the Lord of heaven and earth

Beloved, you cannot stay hidden in the crowd any longer,
always lingering, never entering in.
For when you know him, you will burn

Jeanelle Fu is a Taiwanese-American poet and creative storyteller who resides with her husband in Los Angeles. Her writing started off as spoken word pieces at UCLA,  channeling a raw energy not unlike Jacob's midnight wrestling. Some things that have influenced her writing include being raised in a Buddhist family, her own experiences with grief, and living for one year in the Middle East. Her writing has since then been featured by The National Review, The Gospel Coalition, and translated into multiple languages.