Redeemed

It's You when I wake
And it's You when I sleep.
It's You when I'm shallow
And You when I'm deep.

From the essence of image
In the furnace of soul,
You arrive without intro
To arrange me as whole.

Incandescent emotion
Fills the void in my spheres;
Just a glance or some laughter
And the fog in me clears.

Archangel, beloved,
You've embraced human form;
And throughout bleak midwinter,
In your space I feel warm.