Head as in a river's source
No kingly right to rule her course
I am to love as Christ, a bride
Loving as one who to self has died.
The task, uproot our fallen pride
Which hinders love that would confide
For how does one rule a lover
And keep the promise to love forever?
It is not good to be alone
Yet when headship is a lofty throne
Eyes that ought to breathe of joy
Fade when the person is a toy.
Kephale as in a river's source...
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- MY GOD
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- BROKEN LOVE
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- A PRAYER
- ANOTHER FALL
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1 comment:
These poems posted this month so far are all older ones...mostly from my very early 20's...they show a less mature, more innocent individual... often wracked with good old protestant guilt. Feel free to skip any of these if you are looking through. Most of the newer stuff is much more interesting. I thought I'd post them all here just to keep the collection more or less complete. I have more to add that were never typed up...and I may or may not do so in the future.
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