Lamb to the slaughter

If I be, for my God, a symbol of love, Then may He bear for me, a decree: That I be a lamb, ready to be offered To the skies, to reach the glory of His essence So that I may open my silvery wings And sparkle His abode With the glow of love, Filling us both with orgasmic pleasure That shall last for eons on end! If I be, for my God, a symbol of love, Then, may it be that I live on this earth Like an ever bloomed dandelion, Going wherever His will pushes me to Accepting even to sacrifice that which I hold on to The most, so that my love may be proved While I be in human form! If the love that I hold for Him be returned to me Then may it be that someday After I shall be offered on the altar, I shall look back at this world And smile as I shall wiggle my fingers And sprinkle upon its soils Magical drops aimed at bringing some cure To everything that ails it! Existing holds no meaning and no purpose Other than doing everything on an everday basis, For my God and Being a lamb, waiting to be accepted to be sacrificed Is that which fills my rivers with purity! For Contest: This or That, Vol 30 Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh Chosen Title: Lamb to the Slaughter Date Written: 25th Jan 2025