Just as he
Stranded in a world
Where wrong and rejection rule
At every turn
I have come to this place
Away from you,
My saving grace
So now I burn
Torment surreal,
Any fleeting pleasure,
Last no longer
Than a symphony’s measure
The tempter cannot snare me
Knowledge of my love’s wait
Keep me narrow and straight
Short deprivation to great rewards lead
So I’ve decided my faith
My religious devotion is not
To He, as Jesus’ be
But to she
I can’t see her
I may not taste
The sweet kiss
Nor hear her melodious voice
Cannot relax in her gentle touch
Nor can her remarkable scent
Fill my nose
My goal to live once more
With my precious sweet
It’s Heaven when we meet
How so few think of God,
I think of you.
It’s to you,
I will be true
Your commandments
I will follow
No exceptions to this rule
Anything you ask,
I’ll do
Originally written September 2010