Miss ta / Misses

Dancer

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If I'm to grow up still, and not be left

as wrinkly fetus which stays in the womb;

or maybe egg unfertilized, bereft

of tiny sperm from heaven,  that as loom

weaves threads together to make up a cloth,

to weave me of these two (right into one):

the Earth of God’s, and hea’nly nature, oft

made to support/express the life begun

in God as being of creative love/

creative love as full expressed by God

in heaven, and on Earth below, above:

together is The Way, private and “odd”

to smaller views of this world, but still true

as lovely thing that colours in whole world

& makes a very image, as he’ll do

with all of us, as we have colours hurled..

..onto the pallette near our page of life’s 

old picture book, or photo frame that’s new

refreshed each day, as husband’s and as wife’s

determination to bring pleasure to

their spouse in ways expressed through all of life,

not just the bedroom, but making the bed, 

and taking out the garbage bin, in strife

still sticking with them, & keeping our head.

These diff’rences on Earth,  made to combine,

within a self, or marriage as we’re meant 

to image, ev’ry level’s meant to shine

with heavenly and dusty light - both sent.

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