.
swiftly now
The wind, the breeze,
the trees
all pass
as do other things.
Passing, fading, failing ideality.
And Your face
deepens:
I can see now its crevices,
its scars of pain and tears of rain
that I knew not were there.
Your face swiftly altered shape
. from sweet to sovereign
. from soft to deep,
And I am swiftly running.
I'm so sorry that I'm running, still running - ever running.
Will Your arm be long enough for me?
Your face; I asked to see it
every tick-tock of this time illusion.
I had a glimpse,
and I ran away;
but I'm slowing down and leaning down to deeply drink again.
You'll take me back again?
You'll alter shape again.
Your face swiftly altered shape
. from sweet to sovereign
. from soft to deep,
And I am swiftly running.
I'm so sorry that I'm running, still running - ever running.
Will Your arm be long enough for me?
My heart
bleeds its emesis
aneurysmically and rhythmically and forcefully on all around me.
And suitors
whose pursuit of me
charge less violently than Your own of me
come with their ware.
I entertain them enough
to know that I am loved,
that I am beautiful and in control,
and I move out from love;
I've bluffed.
No commitment
lest my responsibility there call me a cop out on love
or on being sane
-or worse...ask me to breathe of both:
to sanely love,
a vast impossibility
at least for me.
Your face swiftly altered shape
. from sweet to sovereign
. from soft to deep,
And I am swiftly running.
I'm so sorry that I'm running, still running - ever running.
Will Your arm be long enough for me?
One more thing:
Sometimes, I look back...
Your face, closer still,
and steady-still and wondering,
"Little girl, where are you, and where are We going?"
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OK, Here I am, poetically challenged, so please translate for me.
It has a weight for sure!
Humm, Running from the Lord? Let me assure you, His arm is loooooooooooooooonnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnggggggggggggg!
See:
"And I pray that you, being rooted and established in love,may have power, together with all the saints, to grasp how wide and long and high and deep is the love of Christ, and to know this love that surpasses knowledge—that you may be filled to the measure of all the fullness of God." Eph 3:17-19
"For I am persuaded, that neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor powers, nor things present, nor things to come, Nor height, nor depth, nor any other creature, shall be able to separate us from the love of God, which is in Christ Jesus our Lord."
Romans 8:38-39
Hi arm is Much longer even that a mother, and that I know is miles and miles!
Pour out your heart, it's safe in his arms!
ILY! M
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