love of man, love of God
your love is a violent one.
with burning heat, you bloody sun,
you give up breath (give up place)
while my love stands and hesitates.
~
your love bursts in sobs and groans.mine speaks in more moderate tones,
rightly birthed from royal thighs
(erased, all trace of blood and cries),
~
while you glory and delightin the dirt you joined, we fight
to rise above what you dove into.
i will not choose to love like you.
~your love pours with raucous noise.
Mine stands tall with noble poise
and when the history books are read
mine is lauded—yours is dead.
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
Took my breath away.
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Aw, thanks.
:)
I'd forgotten all about this poem... I think it's no less true today than it was when I wrote it. Hard to embrace the kind of Love that is His. Mine is so much easier...but falls so flat in comparison.
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