Orifice
To direct the flow of truth
from hopelessness, some youth
in self's attain, or witnessing's uncouth -
I so remain of God, to not rebuke.
My own truth's calling - His to use
is from this love for you - and find refuse
to let my thought define some wrong's abuse,
without the love of God's contesting fuse!
And so thy trust, important, not of ruse,
defies all badgering that would contuse.
You open then, my mind, with no excuse,
that loving you, assigned with living's lose -
Is as an orifice - not bind, a causing truce,
and we are one in find, a soul's recluse!
Copyright © Paula Larson | Year Posted 2005
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