Like a Child

I had been away for a while
And there was this void that I could not explain
The absence!
And I heard it in your voice when you spoke
We could not agree on what is was

When we don't speak,
a part of us dies
You have what I need
I have what you need
Expressions of perfect love

And the canvass is your eyes
On which I can see the perfect expression
sparkles of joy in your eyes
from knowing me apart from my appearance
You've seen the Father

Oh, but we've been apart for a while,
and I've even been too busy to say a prayer
for your welfare
and I saw the weariness in your eyes when I saw you today.
and I knew that we would be revived when enjoined under His banner of love

Our bond
Is one that looks like melted Skittles
on your mother's prized holiday dishes
simply beautiful
unless you wanted homemade cookies

I'll hug you for a while
and do not fear
breaking
because I love you
and we're okay now.

Recap

So I haven't posted a poem here in a while because I've been monitoring the type of content that I post here. I've been writing other poems though that do not match the theme of this blog. Today I'll give it another go because the poems here are all responses to something...mostly music.

"the desire for beauty, which is the image of the divine." -Ficino

Seeing you is not the movement I was listening to last night
I was listening to a song without sound and pictures
staring at the screen knowing this madness of wanting was
again ensuing.

Not seeing you was the movement I was listening to
and so tears and tears came
I was shaken as I realized it was ending
how cruel it always ends when we've made a connection

--

Yesterday as I sat by myself I wondered if this was hell.
Separation from Love
Knowing faces that look like Him
faces that talk like Him
those faces that grin when they abuse you.

And I cried because faith believes differently.
My chaste Christianity came crashing down!

What if this was hell?

What if we were really the fallen?
with a book that told the story of our demise...
rewritten
so the truth doesn't eat at us like a plague.
So we don't jump off of the nearest path to peace.

--

Many seasons come and go, and go, and go, and go,
The world is really crooked.
Why would God come and not tilt it back again.
He calmed His seas.
He cursed his lands.

And he's coming back with a sword to conquer it again?
--

Many things tonight are rushing through my head
Mainly the cold
how life is in the blood
and as I sit on this cold rock, smell of the pine, longing for your body,
I wonder why the Creator formed us to long.

Can creation - procreation happen without love?
Would we die without love?
And what if we were created without these silly emotions
more real than the things that we can see
these silent...invisible things...that create everything.