Poetic-Verses
ABOVE REPROACH
Would love be rare? - A paraquarf!
Love found in clothes and shoes and else?
Of home and also coins to spare?
Love found in health and too, brisk air:
Love; of the type that makes me well?
Yes, that's the type of love I crave
And not of spirit only, great
I seek too apples for my chew
Brown honey too and butter spew
Good bread and wine and food but baked
Of rice and all graineries fare
Well cooked food too to keep me hail
For seldom have we thought of this:
That love in sorrow, love in pain
Does not make us but conquer realms
Where we but find ourselves but gods
To temperate seals of who we are
- The gods that we but truly are
Not wretched god - I sack the thought!
Gods dying thin of sicknesses
Gods full of shame and reproaches
Our Master loves us while we're sick
He loves us also while we're well
Of which of these do you choose, friend?
God would be God if you're but sick
God would be God if you're but well
The discrepancy lies in this -
You're sick for yourself if you do
You're fine for yourself if you're fine
How does that concern God whose thought
Is that you prosper above all?
Strive then to get the necessary taste
Of life while you but live on earth
Or do you think it pleases God
To see you live your life in hell
While here on earth He's El-Shaddai?
Some may e'en think that I am queer
Or carnal also or but gay
To say that we were made to play
To enjoy self; to flex and crave!
But God created us but to show
His pleasure in full sense as shown
In food, in flowers, land and clothes
Why then die saying you're but pure
While you lack God's good grace and care?
While these are not but righteousness;
They make us fix our gaze on God -
On Ancient of Days for His care,
Who gives His rain to good and bad
Peoples alike to tell He cares.
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