Pursuit

For her you planted fields of blooming silk
And with your palette and brush,
You set that field ablaze.
She drives past.

For her you sculpted a body;
The purest pearl as a home for her soul
With dark wisps for eyelashes.
She beats and neglects it.

For her you took your fingertips
And gently lifted the sun
Into the glory of morning.
She turns on her mattress.

For her you created sound waves
That she might joy to hear and to sing
And perhaps return your affections thus.
She would rather weep.

For her you brought yourself to shame
By being slaughtered like cattle,
Letting your blood and tears intermingle.
She forgets to thank you.

Your tortured longing,
Your screams for her
To notice and accept your love
Go ignored.

But you found a servant,
A Jacob for a Rachel,
Who offered all he could to her
And lifted her chin to the heavens.

She turned to you and asked,
Can my Lord love me more than this?
So she bowed and sang
In fields of fiery silk.



God bless.