Poems from Oneofthechosenones
A funeral for two, birth of one
Marriage is a partnership yet a compromise
One in which the individual dies
Two separate Souls remain
But...
Lit on fire with a higher with a higher desire, My Flesh I had to retire.
So to you Lord, my soul could sing like it's in Heaven's choir....
Babies babble and fools babble-on and although defeated the devil battles on
Mercy song that continues on. Christ is an eternal condition...
Where's my promised woman
Godly and from da vine
My rib for my crib
For her I have a gift
You guessed it
Another Life Giving bone
A poetic harassment of today's observed truth correctively motivates the tomorrow's Envisioned