I want to start a thread for Christian poetry. It can be something your wrote of something you found. This is my most controversial poem to Jesus. At one time I wanted to be a nun.
My Awaited Suitor
My heart pines away and I sing the blues.
I ask now and then: "Where are you?"
Are you real? Are you there for me"
When will it happen? When will it be?
I face the horizon and I take God's hand.
In great expectation I look over the land.
Nothing happens; oh woe is me.
When will I see him? When shall it be?
With tears in my eyes, I look up and smile.
God cups my face and after awhile.
He softly speaks and breaks the news.
I am the one who was chosen for you.
Can you love me year after year, as you would have loved him if he had appeared?
My face grew pale. My body shook.
I took his hand to frightened to look.
Then I agreed to give it a try.
My Suitor was here.
He had finally arrived.
1983
My Awaited Suitor
My heart pines away and I sing the blues.
I ask now and then: "Where are you?"
Are you real? Are you there for me"
When will it happen? When will it be?
I face the horizon and I take God's hand.
In great expectation I look over the land.
Nothing happens; oh woe is me.
When will I see him? When shall it be?
With tears in my eyes, I look up and smile.
God cups my face and after awhile.
He softly speaks and breaks the news.
I am the one who was chosen for you.
Can you love me year after year, as you would have loved him if he had appeared?
My face grew pale. My body shook.
I took his hand to frightened to look.
Then I agreed to give it a try.
My Suitor was here.
He had finally arrived.
1983