God’s Love Over His Daughter
I love her. Oh, how I love her! I have chosen her from among my daughters, and her children I have consecrated to myself. Upon her I desire to pour out ALL the graces of my Sacred Heart, which burns for her as a man burns for water. She is my consolation, my comfort, and my joy. Her very presence before me makes me leap with joy! Her very existence brings me ecstasy. None can doubt my love for her, for I have made it visible, I have made it clear. My love is like a raging fire, seen for miles. My heart overflows.
Gone…
The verse was last
the curse was cast
We broke it together
but you went to wander
Alone and afraid
I watched you go
Pause, My Love, and Kiss Me
Why didn’t I pause you,
on the way out of the wood…?
I could have paused you.
Why didn’t I kiss you,
on the graveled over path…?
I could have asked you to kiss me.
There is not sufficient time,
In the span of human life…
Not enough time to show you
Waiting with Mumford and Moses
I anticipate
falling heavy
into your arms
I know you
will come home
without a harm
And I claim
the promise
that these days
Where I’ve knelt,
and suffered,
will blow away…
Virginal Love
Who is she who can know my sorrow?
What woman, blameless, has lost the love
of a good man?
Truly, if I am without fault,
and he without guilt,
what woman can know my sorrow?
Desires Inside
Nervousness, and trembling flowing over
Why the insecurities under
my beating heart, my blanking mind,
my rushing through impossible time?
The Turning Point…
And I could have tried to make you happy a year ago by taking you out, but I didn’t. My point is, I’m not doing this for you. I’m doing it because I believe I am supposed to fight for you. We’re supposed to be together…
Only the Lover…
When only the lover sings
then death has lost its sting
and we are saved from the fall
From the doom of it all.
Receive, Oh Woman. Receive…
In me is generated the
love of the generator…
I receive my beauty.
Shall I speak of my beauty?
No….
Only he may speak of it.
I Believe
I believe he will come back again
I believe this is not the end.
When flowers bloom, when Love commands
Christ will not let this time extend
And when he’s here vs. when he’s gone
the time shall flow like years have come…
City
The walls of my city are a garden
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