How empty of me, to be so full of you!
This is a poem of simple love
It is not another
Just about lust
It is about..oh..being not too near
But, Umm..close enough to hear
Our minds churning, turning
Two hearts beating, burning
No form, formality
Only true reality.
When here or there
As I grin and bear--
Reparation too is on the menu.
But soup is before dessert
Soup before dessert
Sometimes trust looks out from
Its hiding-places, dark, secret presumptions.
Once lost, hope is gone, to all but God alone,
And us moving from presumptions to resumptions?
"When again will she trust me?"
Is the familiar cry
And answered by
"Not before you're TRUSTWORTHY!"
(Oh, My! Ohhh MY!)
So? Let's rejoice!
Each of us is a Masterpiece
Created by THE Master,
By chance? No!
By God's CHOICE...........
God is Eternally Sculpting
Unceasingly carving, chipping away,
While each one, with our free will
Has a 'right' to invite Him to stay...
Only one soul-life, mine--I can save.
WHEREVER you go--or I shall be
Let us continue to grow, change, behave
In ways good or not, but differently
Is society concerned with my sobriety?
It would be only if I HAD none...
As if my life had stayed undone.
A falsehood: obsession--
Time for confession
Untie me, set me free
Unbind Thee...now, see?
LOVE, newly risen
Nevermore a prison
Thus I discovered, uncovered
This, to find and remind
(As Janet Jackson--yes, SHE!
Sang these words just for me--grin!):
"How empty of me
To be so full of you..."
Ah! The simplicity.
Ah! This, how true!
For us Peeps
Lagniappe: One of my (bad) habits--order dessert first.
THEN eat (less?) food! Cannot understand
WHY I keep gaining weight--grin!