Passion's Pull
I do NOT want to get up
I wanna sit here...in my sorrow
I do NOT, I WILL NOT hope
That things will be better tomorrow
I will not
.....do you HEar me!?!
..............HOPE
Oh, look, she doesn't have a coat
It's freezing outside and I am warm
I don't need this little jacket
I believe this will cover her tiny form
He's hungry, isn't he?
I've bought him food before
Again? even when he's writing his sign
He won't care that he's fed as he walks out that door
I swear if she says one more thing
About how I'm livin' my life
Fine, Jesus, I'll hold my peace
To keep free from stirring up strife
Look at him, he just hurt that child
Look at his heart...break
Daddy, don't you know you value him
With every inconsistency you take
Let me SPEAK, Jesus!
You made me a poet, yet demand I keep silent
Even worse, I can't judge evil
When it is clearly demonstrated in the violent
words and deeds....of others
My LORD, help me, for lacking the compassion
...............a loving mother
Isn't the point of being a mother
The unconditional love she pours into another
You have my heart
I'm sorry for my constant pull
Against everything
You want to rule
.....over
I know and accept your covering
I submit when you pull me to rest
But passion inflames my soul
The moment I lay my head upon your breast
....where I find nourishment for the famished
............and you pour me out as drink offering
Though I hate the constant struggle
I would not want to be anything other than a loving mother
Written by Trudy Schrader on 12-27-2018
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