The More that I Hide

by A.J. Prufrock

There is a wondrous agony
When deep calls to deep
The more my heart breaks
The more my eyes weep
The more I sense nearness
The more I’m alone
The more I taste holiness
The more that I groan
The more I am pierced 
By despair then by pride 
The more that You come to me
The more that I hide

A.J. Prufrock—middle-aged and greying—lives on thirteen tucked-away acres with one dog, two cats, seven chickens, and a single guinea hen. The guinea hen is single by his own choosing. Prufrock is not. For more on Prufrock’s full-length novels, see

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