I’m your first infatuation
most recent indecision
a cloud that took your breath
In orbit of your presence
butter for your bread
the key you thought was lost
wrong exit leading home
the pillow for your head.
the love who washed your feet
while you still looked away
whose hand you left untouched
in spite of written vows.
I am life so overlooked
in pools of ancient blood
the nail that healed your wound
empty grave, never marked.
I am who I Am, always
beyond this world as before
the groom who waits and waits
for you alone-
The One and Only ,
Your Only one, I Am.
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How good it is to remember the reason for the season. It is ironic that most of the trappings of Christmas, most of the activities we engage in, while they may be enjoyable, seem to distract us from what the true gift of Christmas is. To paraphrase: "no greater love hath God than that he lay down his life for his children." Would that we missed Him as much as he misses us.
Well written. I was very touched by this and I tend to be a bit jaded.
As with most of us, my relationship with God has waxed and waned over the years, but He has always been here just the same -- that still and quite voice. Even when I try to ignore it, that voice is always there. It is, and will always be, that one part of myself that can not be reduced. Take away everything else that I am, and it is still there.
Thank you for the good read. You never know what people will take away from your words.
CaliOkie
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How open, honest, and eloquent your response! Each word used accentuated the purpose of that poem that I thought would hit the pulse, as with me.
Thank you so much for reading and extending the layers of its mission. You're ever so welcome. Bless you ever!
Warmly, CookieZeal
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FransB
CookieZeal!! Keep going like this, and I will end up with no points. It is not only refreshing to read this early in the morning, it's as if I can add one more word to the last stanza: Amen! I'm too afraid to say things such as: you hit the nail on the head or that you have a way with words - these are shallow, not only in terms of the implicit meaning of the poem, but how it is presented to us. It truly feeds the soul. I like it very much - I can even say it is perfect - but it is to me. One last thing: you give of yourself in this poem - thanks.
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, Ohhhhhhhhhh. How special are your words that drip from a heart that's been touched! You say what you want.....I love honesty..no matter what!
You let me take care of points. I will be so glad . Thank you ever again.
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Well filled....
Well filled with affections so aptly spoken. Thank you for sharing this. wrdz
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Pieces of the whole
Scattered seeds blown by the wind
With time, they bloom
Hugs...Eddy
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oh dear, this is so fine tuned in the Holy Spirit of us that do know Him as I am all that is...
I feel so filled with his presence now, thank you so much
at first I interpreted this as a love from your spouse and the forgotten submission that goes along in marriage of insubordination which is overlooked and unappreciated in
a soul mate from time to time but as I read further the picture became clear who and what this is written for.
a dozen of roses for a special spiritual sister
Tamara
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Divinely Dianne -- spiritual splendor.
There is none who can write divine devotion (tautology?) as beautifully as you do, beloved One! I cannot begin to say what this poem stirred inside me ... tearful recognition, once again!
Love
Myra
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Amazing
I love the words you used and how you made me see this in a way. Very good! -
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Wonderful. It has this lovely tone and creepy development that opens to a climax. Quite descriptive
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