I often wake at night and then I know
that as I'd like my woman to respond
to overtures of love, so love will grow
between us - that's how I move things along:
by moving right against my own desires,
and treating them as secondary to
the will of who's my Lord, what he aspires
to wake & grow in me, and wants to do.
As I respond to overtures that come
into my being (which are likely to
grow my respect for who will lead me), some-
times I then grow to guess what you might do.
And that is fun, to let creative love, grow more commitments in me than I had
from my de-si-res (not yet from above
me), and the outcomes aren't what I'd call bad.
The empty way of life I got from my
dead ancestors who've gone ahead and left
approaches - How to live my life, and die,
has lost it's motive force, unless I heft
upon it "my de-si-res", as its lead.
These small-minded, and an-im-al-ist-ic,
(yet often quite insatiable) things need
quite cle-ar bound'ries, they aren't my mys-tic-
al teachers, leaders, who can grow me up.
But one there was, who led the way, his feet
have made the path he trod, till it erupt-
ed in a resurrection life that's sweet!
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