Untitled Ado

Look at me, watch my hands quaver

As I sit here, mooning over fervor

To fearing repulsion of readied thirst

My detached hands, insatiable as they are

Willing, so eager, to take you apart

 

Look at me, see how I scatter

My creation, of ink I began

So beautiful, so glorious, so hideously attained

So many gathered, admired and lied

Diplomacy must die, I reckon

 

Follow me, I will show you my shame

My insights, my stash of unveiled bridal gold

The incessant outpouring of celestial dowry

Given me, so trustingly, so fondly….

Though my stingy heartstrings seek only the Groom

 

I have been done in by my ways

My thoughts have left me high and dry

My eyes refuse to search beyond the viable

But my spirit and the strength it has to journey on….

It sickens me to search my own heart

 

But I hear a Conscience,

A Voice far softer but also of Noble Descent;

 

“ Follow Me, I will unwrap My Name again

For I have heard you, I have known you

See now, you are the one that left, not I

Realize, you are the one that changed, not I

Understand, you are the one that misapplied….

But I will make it right.”

 

Self-acceptance is a skeptical enquiry

But to forgive others, I must forgive myself

But to love others, I must love Him who loved first

For I am borne of Flesh

But Him, of Love…. Selah.

 

 

-Leah