chance2grow
Oh God, what was that happening tonight?
I felt so disrespected by someone.
A person whom I love. I didn't fight,
but felt so empty, hollow. I've begun
to see something, but prob'ly still a lot
to learn of how love works, I wonder if
I'll ever learn. No! Given that a god
has taken me as "son", I've got a whiff
of what creative love has got in mind.
"Like Father, so like son" 'sa kind of fate.
And I will trust creative love to find
a way to do what can't be done. A gate,
or door is opened.., which means I can't wait.
But I will wait, will wait, upon the Boss,
the Lord of all creating, who talks straight.
So that's the end of thinking of my loss-
es, I will think of the next step for me
in learning to do love creatively,
not for myself, or my prowess to be
increased, at least not what's most basic'ly
the motivating, energising force.
I'll try the kind of thing that love would do.
And if it is rejected (well, of course
that is a possibility, anew),
I'll copy who committed himself to
the faithful-est creator that there is.
and went on doing all the good he knew,
and when he didn't, he'd look up for wis-
dom, and the word to now sustain those who
are weary of the way things are with them.
He is the one I would be yolked up to,
my teacher lets me pull upon his hem.
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