There is an oracle in my heart
a pool reflecting
poisonous I am poisoned
proud am paralyzed
timid, shut
in trembling
Lord, there is an oracle
in my heart a pool reflecting
how can I bear this
harder than mountains your love
lit inside me
I am too little for this, Lord, let me
come into your house
like a child
taking off my shoes
or should that be "kicking off my shoes"? -- more childish, more specific and evocative of gesture, but losing some of the overtone of reverence ...
I imagine you've already decided this, but using the word kicking would undercut the reverence.
I think that all the poems on this site have meaning and if at all this matters i liked this one the best