Steely Love
O Lord, whose heart so eclipses my own,
it is proper for you to draw and beg
a soul to come into the light you've shown;
the seed that plants is greater than the egg.
But at my finest hour, I'm but dim -
a shadow of my Holy creator.
The love I offer can't compare to Him,
and I can't ensure I won't turn traitor.
In clearest terms, an offer has been made,
and honied words won't cure the risk within.
In mortal pairs, a price is always paid -
the cost of loving souls born into sin.
I dare not tip the scales, my sweet dove.
If you come, come with strength of steely love.
11 April 2023
Copyright © J. I. Thomas F. | Year Posted 2023
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