A Love of Her Awe

It was written

that

in the beginning

we were formed

not of gossip

but of dirt

*

Variations of brown

made to reflect God’s beauty

by virtue of right union’s design

Man in woman then children

to glorify Heaven

without fawning florid in duty

just tending the Earth

faithfully

*

Even the passage of time yielded

an average white band of brothers

who sang of give & take

For goodness’ sake

God and created agree we are not to be alone

lest our flesh burn with earthly passions

like the liquid fever that lies

dormant unless making more islands of us

and the crude black gold that might make us war/m

*

Pay dirt for some

striking as spillage of brotherly hatred

or meal for worms of the field

men of old had named Akel Dama

I deeply believe there is no honey sweet enough

within which to hideout from God

Who requires no comb to number our crosses or hairs

*

Having had more than enough

of lust

I set body, heart, mind and soul apart

for a proper season

and would only let myself consider brothers

believed to also be singularly hungry for God

as those truly engaged by Him would never deny such blessings

Trust…

*

Girlfriends dissatisfied with a stoic period long past

had once facilitated the online hard way

wherein pounds of free virtual fish reduced to one

pleased by my intellect, makeup & humor at a Harlem literary salon

still proved foolishly penny wise and for naught

when his paramour & child’s mother called me post-date

Thankfully too little (meaning, none) of my body

hadn’t made that particular revelation too late

Not so for the indiscreet malintent of another man

after whom my paradigm shifted and refuses to go back

How many times must one replay the game

without raising the probability of craps?

*

Lately, i envisioned a future date of reasoning

laboring in The Word, maybe over a stove

or humbly washing his feet

in tears and the oil of gladness

asking him to cut my hair of its soul memories

releasing this daughter of sons’ dust

to one day cultivate anew

a garden only he and Our Father could cover

Anything that could truly translate

the unfathomable gratitude for visiting my heart

before he did the same

filling me with His Love, Truth & Name

*

Perhaps it is backwards to become so old-fashioned

having formerly indulged in the new age

So what? I prefer it that Way;

a welcome departure from the blur and harem

of others who in vice

insisted authority in the love of Christ

once righteously encouraging me

then spewing curses & falsehoods of money

when I made offers for pre-marital touch leave

*

Such glittering goals are a broken life ago

before the True Bride’s price was paid to include me

and none but God’s mercy

let His Son’s Love be found

on time.

HalleluYah

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