
All I receive
these days
is junk mail.
Now I no longer
have the need
will you wear
my shoes?
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Image (C) Carlos Barria /Reuters

All I receive
these days
is junk mail.
Now I no longer
have the need
will you wear
my shoes?
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Image (C) Carlos Barria /Reuters
Having friends like these
Makes it good to be alive
Once a loved one burdened
Me with my life
Ever since I doubted
Was I made for strife?
My worth upon this earth
Is not mother or a wife
A helper and completer
For those grafted to the vine
All these inner longings
Are a gift from God divine
Now my little angel, rest
Until the day is fine
All your gifts and hugs to give
I’ll gladly take as mine
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I have no words for how I feel
about you
but for the primitive sound
that leaves my lips
akin to the agony and beauty
of new birth
a life fearfully and wonderfully lived
Can penetrate the fragile fortress
which guards the hearts of those
not yet known to thee.
There is a name of one
who is my kryptonite
upon utterance all my defences
fall down I cower and return
to my world of torment
The name is secret to all but few
Forever in fear that the name be known
that all will utter it seemingly innocently
and take me down
revengeful, resentful, trust in few
Is it you?
You are my best friend
I cared for you before we even met
All the unspeakable things
I held out to account
When we pull others up
Out of the mud
It is surely to be flown at us
I wore it well enough
All for Him
and you.
Image source: Chrystal, Rocks and Gemstones: beautiful things found in the dirt.
Love is not measured
in leaps and bounds
in a halfway house
nor on common ground
but the vastness that lies
between He and we
is incomprehensible
as between
You and me
The vastness above and under the sea won’t sever our unity.
Do you hold
Dress
Body
Voice
Belief
Children
Car
Skin
Laugh
Hopes
Dreams
Pastime
Opinion
Taste
Music
Hair
Holiday
Home
Against us?
My dreams never betrayed me
It was the daytime that I fought
Erasing words I did not say
Discarding others’ thoughts
You know a hand could never hope
to live without their arm
An arm never fights
without a hand to disarm
I dampened end of fingers
extinguished the ill-lit wick
But faith and hope lit another flame
Its scent won’t make us sick.
I know you must despise it
All my words and songs and stares
Like bitter herbs, resent the taste
But brings us heavenly wares.
Drink in your smell
nestle into the folds
of your clothes
sweet angel’s breath
Your hands fit over
my face and erase
my worry lines
Mesmerized by those
eyes framed with lashes
my cares dissolve.