LOVE'S LOVE POEMS
GOD'S LOVE
Why Do I Run From God?
Looking back behind me
There You were pursuing me.
And so I ran
And I ran and I ran
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Exhausted
Out of breath
I stopped,
And You
Caught up to me.
Your gentle stroking of my face,
Your fingers running through my hair
Left me
With almost no desire
To run.
I let my head
Fall against your breasts
Like a nursing babe.
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I couldn’t help but wonder
Why do I run from You?
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For those of you who are not Catholic, a little explanation for the next poem. When your ministery is to take communion to the sick, you go to the Church and take as many consecrated hosts as you need from the tabernacle and place them in a small round container called a pix. The pix fits inside a small wallet-like leather case with straps and you hang the pix "wallet" around your neck. In the Catholic tradition, according to Scripture, Jesus is substantially present in the consecrated host.
I Slept With Jesus
After picking up
Jesus
To visit a friend or two,
I stopped by the house
For another round of Jo.
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I saw the crumpled covers
Inviting me back
For just a momentary fling
As I was wanting
From late night meanderings
With poetry and prose.
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The temptation was too delightful
To turn down,
So under cover I went
With Jesus around my neck.
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I awoke some time later
With the pix pressed firmly
Against my heart.
I was ever so refreshed.
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I laughed
As I realized
I was needing to confess
I had slept with Jesus
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When God Decides To Love you
When God decides to love you,
It’s full on, Baby.
There’s no eharmony
No dot coms.
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And when we preach
That God has no other hands
But ours,
Do we ever think
LOVE?
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Holding someone tightly?
Stroking someone’s face?
Kissing someone’s lips?
Washing someone’s feet?
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Why is that?
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No, no, no, no.
Stop.
Do not speak.
Sh-h-h-h!
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Go inside.
It’s in there.
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Hope you have enjoyed my poetic meanderings through the experience of God's love.
