Though He Slay Me

When last I prayed in earnest,
I wondered if I might die,
The physical presence
Of the Holy Spirit
Was so intense.

Like I was a straw, trying to
Channel
An outpouring of a fire hose.
Impossible.

My friend said, though,
That next time, I will remember
That I didn’t die,
And be at peace
With the intensity.

It is not my imperfection
That I am but a straw.