My love beckons
By Deb Benson
My love beckons me to follow His ways often hard and steep When his arms enfold me -I yield Tho a dagger lays close to wound my heart When he speaks I believe him Although his voice may destroys my dreams Even as love gives life He crushes it Even tho I have grown and budded He refuses blossom As he rises to unite So shall he lower me and leave He gathers me unto him He bares my soul He gives me freedom from fears Yet he has me at his mercy Like pliant dough in his hands I become his bread-his feast And then he burns me in his fire I crumble, becoming food For the birds of prey. DBenson 1976 Written February 3rd, 2002 © on Feb 03 2002 03:03 AM PST 10 • 0 • 8
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