I Put This Moment ...

 ...Over Here

10 bonus points to the first reader who correctly identifies the song from which the title of this blog entry comes. Clue: the song is by a female British singer and the album which contains the song is widely considered to be her Magnum Opus.

Quixotic Clue: Organon.

BDA: A Poem

You. Yes, you over there.

Really? Do you not know?

There are things I, too, do not know.

I do not know how anyone could be unkind to you.

Yes, you frustrate me deeply with your shyness.

Your cheshire-cat way of just... being... never easy to find.

Your unassuming, smiley-faced, impossible-to-read-ness.

But these are things of beauty, in your beauty.

How anyone could be unkind to you is beyond me.

You say that you can see the wounded-ness of those who have treated you ill.

You are a Christian, truly. And I love you even more because of it.

Love?

Yes, love. I write the word and I ponder: do you really not know?

Do you not see the beauty I see when I look at you?

How could anyone so beautiful not see his own beauty?

This. Another thing I do not know.

 How I feel about you feel about me.

Infinity symbol. Recursive logic in the code.

Möbius surface.

How you feel about me feel about you.

Do I dare speak this truth?

Do I dare try again?

This. A thing I do know: I, a demon-haunted trainwreck.

All I ever wanted.

Safety of the heart. Of the mind. Of the body.

From the heart-land. Of the heart-land. A pilgrim, following Jesus.

Not too shy. Not too cocky.

Blond/Red. Younger.

You have it all.

Even your eyebrows. Beautiful.

I write poetry because of you.

Poetry.

You confide in me: a low self-image.

Another thing I do not know. How can you not see?

You are BEAUTY INCARNATE before my loving heart.

Not just eyes. Pools of love.

Not just hair. Corn-fed.

Not just glasses. Intelligence.

Not just voice. Beautiful.

You inspired me to write poetry.

Heaven help my heart.

It has been over two years.

I saw you. Lust.

I saw you again. More lust.

Just who IS this beautiful stranger?

Oh, that's who. Interesting.

Imagine my pleasant surprise:

You remember the day we first met, as do I.

A sign?

 

And then I heard you preach.

The Holy Spirit in me knows the Holy Spirit in you.

Until I was born-again, I never would have believed...

YOU HAD ME AT נְחֶמְיָה

I struggle to comprehend.

Is this the new me in Christ?

Falling in love with a man,

because of his preaching?

I could do a lot worse.

I. Yes, I over here.

There are things you do not know.

You are worth a lifetime of learning. ισχύς.