The Epitome of Love

The Epitome of Love

When your heart is empty and a loved one is gone

the struggle to get your feet on the ground seems so long

When the pillar you stood on is kicked from under your feet

and your body is afflicted and life seems incomplete

When you think joy is back

But you’re faced with attack

Reading makes no sense

It all seems a pretence

When tears flow for reasons confusingly unknown

Could it be from the seeds one has previously sown?

When black becomes grey and white becomes cream

And all you really want to do is scream

When there seems to be no purpose seen

And life feels like “it has already been”

When nothing seems to motivate

And you are numbed in a tranquilized state

He is holding you tight

With all his might

Because he does not want you to lose sight

Yes in your plight

He pleads “please fight”

I am coming to take you home

Some day

John 16:22 So you have sorrow now, but I will see you again and your hearts will rejoice, no one will take your joy from you. RSV

BJD 8 May 2011

Bubbles

Bubbles in the bath tub
Making scrubbing fun
Bubbles in a fish tank
Gold fish passing one by one
Bubbles in the froth
Left in a cappuccino cup
Bubbles being blown by children
Up and up and up!
Bubbles from a can of coke
Mistakenly quite shaken
Bubbles in my heart of joy
Because I’m not forsaken