Poverty

My own poverty
strickens
me.

Poverty in itself::
of myself.

Bounded by
pressure:
by
status.

The poverty
within my
soul


cries.

Paradise

Frolic through this
field--

meet me on the
other side of
Paradise.

Lay we 
will--

in this field
of love.

The birds
singing our
favored
song--

we escape
everything

we

were.

Becoming
everything

You

are.

love notes.

Joyous sound of
love notes come
alive::


awakening me to
a sweet, sweet
dream.


So sweet a dream
is this - 


my love, my song,
my sweet, sweet
reality.

now

i am here.
this is
now.


not yesterday - 
nor tomorrow.


present.


this is
it.


right where
i am 
meant
to be.


i must
love
this.


all of
it.


you have
set this up.


and here
i 
am.


teach me
to be.


to be
here
now.


to love
NOW.

my bed


at my
fingertips.


the warmth 
of this 
home 
brings
forth comfort.


under the
overpass


you lay.


the frigidness
of this 
night
brings
forth distress.


this home
is not
ours.


this home
is not
your
final stop.


rejoice.

sit here
and
look up.


delight
in Him.


freed by
His 
::sweet sweet::


love.


your head in
your undeserving
hands.


overwhelmed
by such a
::sweet sweet::


grace.


this
is 


love.


look up::


be thankful;
be free.

I am
spinning


::slow motion::


in this
time lapse
of
life.


Freed 
from
myself;


Bound 
by
YOUR
love.