“A Letter Of Unrequited Love”

Dearest S,

It’s time you learned the truth:
I am deeply, deeply in love with you
And have been since long ago

I’ve sent you flowers
And jewels,
Invited you to parties,
But you never came,
Hardly seemed to notice

I’ve written pages and pages of songs,
Just for you
I yearn to sing them,
Just for you

I’ve seen you in the arms of another,
I raged, full of fire and heat
I suppose—even though we’ve never really met
—I’m jealous

When once I thought you’d gone for good,
I wept for days upon days:
A flood of bitter tears
I've taken up painting since then,
Keeps me going thro' the years

I even built a house, perfectly laid out,
Every stone and archway with you in mind
The land it’s on is cut thro’ by a river
And there are vineyards, orchards:
The most fragrant fruit ever
O, the wine we could drink!

I long to kiss you all over
And run my fingers thro’ your hair
While whispering sweet intimacies in your ear

And if ever you should see
Our initials carved upon a tree,
Know this, Beloved—that was me

This letter,
It is finished

With most passionate affection,
JHVH

P.S. I eagerly await your response

"Poiema"

God Almighty wrote a poem
Right words, right order
And in this poem, He wrote my life
Simple though it is
With a new word here and an edit there
Here a noun, there a verb
Every word intended
God Almighty wrote a poem
Right words, right order

We are the Lord’s workmanship
Sculpted by the Word
And in His hands, we shall be shaped
Like a lump of clay
With some spinning here and more water there
Here a pinch, there a squeeze
Ready for the fire
We are the Lord’s workmanship
Sculpted by the Word

The Redeemed, a masterpiece
Wondrous work of art
And on this canvas, God did paint
Colors perfect all
With a brushstroke here and some texture there
Here a dot, there a line
Every shape on purpose
The Redeemed, a masterpiece
Wondrous work of art

We bring glory to His name:
It is why we’re here
For He has remade our stone hearts
O, to trust the Lord!
With a good deed here and a good deed there
Here a prayer, there a hug
Every day, sharing Love
We bring glory to His name:
It is why we’re here

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adapted from "Old MacDonald Had a Farm"
Traditional, ca.1706
Public domain

"Dadvice: Wisdom From A Beloved Wiseguy"

Think before you speak
Finish what you start
Everything in moderation

Even moderation

Embellish for the pleasure of the listener
Presentation is ninety percent
Kneel to propose
Timing is everything

"Going Into The Tabernacle"

Burned up
Washed up
Lit up
Fed up
Smelled up
Held up

"Yee-haw!"

Pickup truck racing down the road
Swerving left and right
Wasting gas
Hurting brakes
Killing transmission
Cutting off
Stressing out