what is there to say that poets have not conveyed a hundred times before?
enough prose to drown in and rhymes to eat like poison masked as beauty.
will Love die to reason? Passion replaced with lust.

how long, O, Lord will you let boys squander Love?
receive my heart, it's Yours to save or share.

i am in Love, and out of it, i will not go.
all of my days are naught in light of Love.
i am in Love Himself.
my Joy is made complete and i'm alive in Love Himself

i was a boy playing with fire and arousing Love before the time of harvest, unripe and selfish child.
Father ripped my robes and broke my legs of pride.
Now i sprint into His arms wrapped in robes of glory.

what a charge it is to hold a sister's heart,
never again will i thieve one from Your courts.
no longer Lord will this boy squander Love.
receive my heart, it's Yours to save or share.

i am in Love and out of it i will not go.
all of my days are naught in light of Love.
i am in Love Himself.
my Joy is made complete and i'm alive in Love Himself.


come and see, all Joy is here,
Our home is our Beloved, come and see




("Love Himself" inspired by C.S. Lewis' 'The Great Divorce')