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Archive for July, 2011

The Stance

Hot tears splash down my cold face

Which I lose the battle to compose,

Resolve buckles; I fleetingly embrace

The pain that follows the love that I chose

I took the risk of loving you,

The things I said I meant and I believe,

My touch, the laughter and my tears were true

And so this might confirm that I’m naive

Is it folly when fear sees a chance,

To stare it down, and instead choose to trust,

And on foundations of love take a stance,

Knowing vulnerability is a must?

Sacrifice sets true love apart,

You’d heard it said and in your head you knew,

But when it came to choices of the heart

You struggled to let selflessness come through

I’m sorry for not being tough enough,

Having fun with you was just too sweet

For me to want to call your bluff,

Though you’d no intention of deceit

I’ve prayed for you in many words and tears

With great hope cause I can see you’re lovely,

Let Holy Spirit take away your fears

So you can learn to be loved, and love fully

I hope you know I truly don’t regret

Investing in you, even with the pain,

Heavenly Father’s keeping the best yet,

And a precious friendship will remain.

Empathy for the Tempest Rain

Rain, out of control, pounds

Against the ground, the roof, the wall,

In a furious, childish rage,

Just by being himself it can but fall

And in that moment I empathise

With Rain, he can’t be helped, at all.

He’s raw, honest and helpless;

People hate him for causing discomfort

But we need Rain to sustain, we confess,

Revitalisation that we thought we sought

Rebounds in his self destructive passion

Having with our blind rejection fought.

Moderation’s fingers lack the elasticity

Or strength to reach round Rain’s temperament;

In places none, in others beyond plenty,

And Rain’s tantrum was never meant 

To invoke beholder’s pity.

Well if aloof Sun should happen to break out,

Remember, stunted would growth be without Rain.

‘Cause even if at first you like the drought

In the end you’d see it lead to Pain.

Your greatest gift

Fire-cracker Mam, Rock Daddy

The gift that’s equaled by no other

Which you have given me

Is that you love each other

Still.

Thanks Jingle and everyone, head over to the great poet shin-dig here!

 

Pretty taken by surprise here for getting that awrd, but gladly accept. :]

I would like to nominate http://wherepleasantfountainslie.wordpress.com/2011/06/14/she-said/ Thanks very much.

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