Freedom

First, -wait, first- I told her,

Before we may take the obligatory walk,

During which you don a yoke, and then become free,

And I don a wintry coat with tundra boots, and am forced to reflect upon my sin,

First,

I must self-destruct

High Point

I swear the squirrel
Said make no sound
And followed her own advice

Having the choice
Of shade or sun
Opted for lowly and nice

Still she travelled
Efficiently
And got where she hoped to be

I own peanuts
I’ll share with her
Since she shares wisdom with me

Generalized

In the green, green grass

Where we all wish to be

A smiling, warm shoulder

Honest and timeless

The snare of sin

And proper loneliness thereafter

Wait. That’s just me

Untouched

So much talk and so many voices

Weighing down and weighing in

But still unanswered to my mind

How many light years and lifetimes

Given how alike and unlike our hearts

Are you from touching me

The I Am

I once watched

With gaping jaw

And guilty skin

This One Guy acknowledge humanity

He came alongside the sorrow

Full-on admitted the fire

Reached out His hand nonetheless

Then stepped forth

In Everlasting Love

That I’d have new life

My God!

So I say, Here Am I