Greg Oosterhouse Poems

Everyday, laundry piles up in God's hamper.

This laundry is the dirtiest, filthiest, most
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Watching television together is what we would choose,
viewing game shows and tasting dog chews.
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Hurry, my love, this is my impassioned plea. Hurry my love, hurry unto me.

Wherever you are, wherever you roam, hurry, my love, hurry on home.
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My heart carries a heavy load,
How can it withstand
The awesome weight it has abode
All these years, a weight so grand?
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I am all set, I am ready to move into my Father's house.
My affairs are in order, and I have made my reservation.
A place has been prepared for me, so I need not grouse.
It will be so glorious there, every day will feel as if I were on vacation.
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My darling, every time you're near, it is like standing near a burning flame.
And you whisper in my ear, my heart burns at the sound of your beautiful name.
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This love of mine possesses awe-inspiring beauty,
So much area to gaze at, so many wonders to see.
This love of mine is steaming hot at times,
At other times, she is bone-chilling cold.
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You are music, and I am the ears, your songs lift my soul, and calm my fears.

Your voice a beautiful melody, an operatic aria that soars through the very heart of me.
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Forever in my heart.
Radiantly shining in my eyes.
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A vase, made of crystal or molded clay,
In and of itself, beautiful in its own way.
By itself it is a lovely piece of decor.
A delight to the eyes, that is what it is there for.
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