our turn, to return…
Oh God, I’m learning how to love a girl,
as boy does as true husband in this world.
Your gifts seem far too precious to be hurled
about to people who have evil curled
within them. I feel love’s creative sight
& touch, and hearing, smell, & taste, as might
be justified, but only in the light
of promises as precious as your right
and just and merciful prom-is-es to
de humans who accept them, & renewed
in inner selves (as body is by food)
then learn to walk on holy ground un-shoed.
Thus ruling - as a good king, serving well
the Earth and it's inhabitants who dwell
within, and over, under it to smell
themselves like YaHWeH GOD. His story tell
in ev’ry choice they make, in ev’ry deed
they’ve done, & ev’ry word they speak, to bleed
their life of love back to the ground (their steed)
and thus to give. In fact it is their need!
For kindly kind of life that mirrors him
who gave us this small gift (that’s not so dim!)
is meant to be returned. We learn to swim
when air-clothes are dismissed (they cramp each limb).
But that is not to stop our lessons in
bending, blending in his love (not sin*),
to show (not tell, in “words”) our way as twin
to God’s own way* across the seas. No FIN.
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