Is there no possibility of catching Heaven,
when my heart is one of your throne rooms?
If I really desire to be part of Your family,
can faith rise with the scent of holy perfume?

With risk, stubbornness and daring, I read
Your Word, having great expectations of You.
I’ve been tantalized, optimistic and wanting-
Your Presence in my life… to burst through!

In pursuit of this spiritual dream on Earth,
I strive to continually better my relationship
with the Godhead, the One Who deeply loves me;
so teach me Lord, all aspects of Your Sonship.

Application of Your principles in my journey
requires that my heart, spirit and eyes see.



Author Notes

Inspired by:
2 Cor 2:14-16
  
Learn more about me and my poetry at:
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By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2014, All rights reserved.

All these midnight hours, I'm still alive
Catching fuzzies passing before my eyes
There's no great idea here, no! No metaphor
I'm catching fuzzies because I am bored

I have yet to catch one, no, not tonight
I'm catching fuzzies just to waste my time
The world passes me by, thinks I'm insane
I'm catching fuzzies, so I can't complain

Tired and frustrated, in all sincerity
I'm catching fuzzies to avoid humanity
The status quo of humans makes no kind of sense
I'm catching fuzzies to retain my innocence

Do something productive, tell me lots of lies
I'm catching fuzzies, instead of taking lives
Everyone lives with too much regret
I'm catching fuzzies just to prove what I have left

We need something to hold on to
So we don't have to forget
I tried to catch a fuzzy
But it slipped through my fist