simply, her :: prev :: next :: i have seen many fingers but none like this pulsing with life a touch that warms me to the core and moves me to believe in me i have seen many faces but none like this perfectly oval lips that call to me eyes that capture my soul i'm hopeless i have seen many forms but none like this none that could argue and win there were eight days of creation one just to design the unchanging beauty it possesses i have seen many hearts but none like this deeply feeling, tender underneath hiding behind pain fearful of being cut able to feel so much passion so generous i'm lost i have seen many souls but none like this none compels me to such hunger no other occupies even one splinter of my desire the fragrance of everything spoken or sung leaves me ravenous for more and calls me to dive deeper regardless of the cost i have heard many voices but none like this that makes my eyes grow bright and opens them to something new that circles me in comfort and releases me to fly i'm undone so who is this, who could it be? i have been afraid of betraying faith if i sang her praises for my passion for her rivaled (rivals!) that of anything in my life and it scared me made me feel that if i didn't restrain it if i let it go i would lose everything and be destroyed but i can't hide anymore i don't want to whether i'm thought a fool or that i've lost my grip or i'm only blowing smoke i want all who will listen to know she is!
why did i look outside for the answers for the comfort, for the belonging that never came it was all inside her it was why i was laid down into her garden can i love her too much, can i? unconscionable! if anything, i can't love her enough so now all think i'm mad but for too long i have ignored my passions i have convinced myself they were unhealthy i have denied the very thing that was meant to wake me up to give me life for she is a gift yet in ignorance and fear i thought the gift so beautiful that i didn't unwrap it, didn't open it put it up on a shelf to admire maybe it's beauty fed my inadequacy maybe i was afraid of what was inside no more, no more, hear me, no more! it's beauty now compels me to know every thread i am fearless in my pursuit for i now know that for some unimaginable reason i was found worthy to this calling i was created to know her and to discover and celebrate all her wonder what else needs to be said... © 2001 (18 january) john r. chase
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