krunchypeanuts

Friday, August 30, 2002

this doesn't sound like a poem at all. you'll be the better judge of it and i'll get my much needed sleep. it's been a really lonngg dayy...

my greatest
treasure is
deeply embedded
within the folds of
your love.
There's so much in me
i don't get to say
and when the opportunity arises,
i squander
it on meaingless
syllables.
This love that
steals all of my glances,
causes the colors to
shine under the clouds,
when the sun ends its
lonely day
in glory.
This love that leads
this blind man.
It is a light too bright
to my ailing eyes,
too pure to my
weakened heart.
How shall i bear the
weight your
love lays upon me?

How shall i even
walk, talk, laugh
and have my being
when your love consumes
my bridges, all the fragile
links I have
with this world?

Somehow,
even at the
end of a long migration
flight,
a desperate escape
from the darkness
that ends only in loneliness,
even then your love,
unmediated,
comes down from heaven
and brings all of
the hope i have
in you.
And so, somehow,
i find the reason
to believe in you,
my Father.

Your love
as strong and
as everlasting,
as when you gently whisper
in my ear.
Your love
bleeds for the
unchosen and
hurts itself to
know that all has
been done,
but still so few
know the way.

Your love
is a road of righteousness
that leads the
saints
under the
wings of an eagle.
And i am crippled
by the thought
of all that your
love means.
Who can truly
bring it all down
to earth?
Who can
and who will?

posted by happyhannon at 1:01 AM

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