Love's Limericks
I’m waiting for the phone to ring
A message that someone will bring
That I am alive, I am alive
My life is in the modern drive
And awaken my heart to a song to sing
My identity relies on the way
I communicate each day
Who will I be? Who will I become?
Will any one confirm this, please someone?
Man, it's confusing to be a stray
In this warm climate my heart is cold
I feel used, beaten up, despised and old
The exhaustion of this life I live
Seems to be a continuous sieve
And makes me feel like a slave that is sold
Inside of me there seems to be a jam
I can be so much more, so much better and superman
But I can’t seem to put it together
Why is it that I can be blown like a feather?
As my heart continues to be damned
And then "mine eye diffused a quickening ray”
And my heart was awakened in a weird, simple kind of way
I had forgotten how to receive
That which is life to me
All the love My Father has for this stray
I don’t understand how I receive it
I don’t understand why He does it
It brings me to tears
And erases all my fears
When I receive His love and rest in it
My heart is awakened
Even more so than when called, e-mailed or text-ed by a friend
It gives me life and hope and serenity
And makes me ponder eternity
And my life to Him is beckoned
Why I don’t continually receive
Is a mystery to me
I am fallen. I am corrupt
I sometimes have an empty cup
But this love to me flows from a Savoir who died on a tree
Be still my heart, my soul, my identity
You are in good company
It is God who loves you not because of what I do
What I say, what I wear, where I go or who I talk to
But because He is He and I am me
posted by Jason Mayes @ 7:59 PM
6 Comments:
So can advertisers respond to your blog now????? I wish it were that easy to make $800.00
Who wrote this song/poem?? I really like it and it is very thought provoking.
Jason D. Mayes!
That was beautiful!
Also- It made me smile that you used the word "text-ed" in a limerick. You're so hip to the scene, man. In fact, you ARE the scene...
I was told that men don't like their 'writings' to be called 'beautiful'. Sorry.
Instead, I'll just say that I was impressed. And, I'm a hard person to impress. I once heard a story about a 4-legged woman having 5 children. I yawned.
Jen: Yes I wrote it
Emily: Beautiful is relative. I take it as a compliment. No worries.
And 8 legged women are nasty.
Jason, that was awesome.
can I say that I really enjoyed that?.
you are a great writer, creative and true.
thank you very much for sharing that
So awesome - where have you been hiding that all this time?
Waiting for more ~
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