re-set out…

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Oh God, I wanted not to go to bed

without renewing will to love you long

and be responsive to what your call said,

responding to your seeking, and your song..

..your song of love that seeks responders who

will really love (as you show us the way)..

not just pretending, but fair-dinkum. You

would be within your rights if you today

would wipe us out. For we have learned to fake

love, melting down the solid stuff to coat

the surface of our deeds. No need to make

love right throughout our lives. We start to gloat

and think that love is limited down here.

It is, of course, by stuff that fills the hose,

for we’re a conduit that lets love appear

on Earth; but soon forget facts such as those.

I know love to be precious, so assume

that it is very limited and must

be not used in its pure form. This gloom

is sadly rife in me. Please help me bust

this lie apart, and live as royalty,

but using your pure gold here ev’ry day.

An emiss’ry of heaven’s life. To see

it gets more chance to influence the way

I make each choice, and why I do it such.

I’m setting this ol’ self to die, and then

allowing that fresh one you’re making much

of, to be who I am - each (this day’s) “when”.

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