You twice asked me to completely move on,
as if it were like stretching,
and not like rubbing sand to make diamonds.
I am amazed, blinded by your persistent
faith, by your dedicated, Catholic belief
that we are wrong for each other.
I wish I could sing like a lute;
words aside, harmonizing to your lilting voice.
But alas! I have lost. I am jazz to your self-reflective pop.
I once avoided an argument with you
over the use of the word ironic by Alanis Morissette.
We both remained smitten by her song.
It appears ironic to me that you were the only
one who fastidiously held to your druthers
that my death was not rapidly approaching.
This is ironic because, in truth, it was your hand,
thrusting that heavy dagger of disbelief
up under my rib, piercing my heart, and bleeding me out.
Matthew 27:50 "And when Jesus had cried out again in a loud voice, he gave up his spirit."
ReplyDeleteMark 15:37 With a loud cry, Jesus breathed his last.
Luke 23:46 Jesus called out with a loud voice, "Father, into your hands I commit my spirit." When he had said this, he breathed his last.
That is how it happened. It doesn't sound like someone bowing their head down and dying to me.
Read the Bible and study it with a humble spirit.. The answers are there. Most people "kind of know" the Bible just enough to get not understand its truth.
I will pray for you. Glad that you don't have lymphoma.
Sorry I don't have a google account
barrybfl at juno dot com