Ecstasy

This ephemeral burst of pain,
That fleeting transcendent pleasure,
Like a spear of fire plunged in measure,
Again, and again.

It all feels like a sin,
As I swoon to this hypnotic hymn,
I moan in ecstasy, as He holds the rein,
God passes through me, as I crumble insane.

I look up to the angels vast,
As my agony renders me aflame,
I find solace as an outcast,
It drowns my head in shame.

Will I this pain outlast,
For I am no longer a saint,
Neither am I a sinner,

For every saint has a past,
And every sinner a future.