A Problem Related to WantingA problem related to wantingA Problem Related to Wanting
I touched you, as I longed to, and now my body hurts all over. what have I done, by mixing up together the two of us this night is a strange time and my thoughts even stranger but I do not wonder you would be a thing of so much pain to me and not just any pain, a deep sort of physical pain, pain of the limbs and back, not the pain of the mind I am so accustomed to tell me dear, have you caught that, perhaps, from me?
My mind is smooth as cream, just now, and almost as white,
at least on the surface,
I have slipped out of the strong current runni
The RiddleThe RiddleThe Riddle
Dear one, what has happened? Where does the distance come from, after I have come so far to be near you? Here in body, but your mind is clearly elsewhere, what is this thing that occupies you? You have always been my riddle, never one to live in simple words, Even silences between us often have their meanings. Come now; give me the rest of the puzzle. Hints and teasing,now serious, now smiling, Where’s the rest of it?
We have always shared these little mysteries,
And enjoyed them, after the first frustration.
I know it has been a while, life happens, I’
Yahweh's MonsterYahweh’s MonsterYahweh's Monster
Have you heard what was done on the Eighth day?
(Just as we find that God did not in fact fill the deep with monsters, we find that fear is realist when it is nearest and the monsters have been here among us all along.)*
My situation is stranger than a fairy tail, but I never was, or even was supposed to be a prince, let alone a princess, or a supplicating waif like Cinderella in her cellar, What am I then, it leaves the monster,
and a realer one than Frankenstein’s or Mr. Hide. I’m the genuine original, the Garbu
And there WasAnd there wasAnd there Was
Trust me and I will not falter I am ready, both strong and confidant. Clever friend, you know I can’t let you down although, alone I would never think what you are asking.
What have you done to me?
It is, I suppose, what it means to be completed. I grow whole because you ask It must be how God could build a world where there was none. Love reached out and asked and, to love, even the chaos had to respond, becoming whole so that God could part those first waters.
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