There is a desire You cannot despise,
That knows that love is fire, and lust is rust,
And gives birth to the heart's thoughts through the eyes
To quench my soul, knowing I turn to dust.
May tears of damnation be strange to me;
I do not want to cry the tears of death,
For when Your Mercy I at last should see,
I realize You gave me Your own breath.
So may my tears be mingled with Your blood!
May tears of true contrition be my milk!
For I deserved to die in the Great Flood,
And yet You let me sleep in sheets of silk!
The love You feel for me is like a fire
That burns for nothing more than my desire.
Beautiful devotional piece of poetry, well articulated and elegantly penned with spiritual insight. Thanks for sharing Michael.
I used to shed tears more readily as a young man-tears of sorrow; tears of joy when I heard a great singer, or saw a great athlete win. Now I do not shed many tears. could be the source of tears but not proven to be. I don't think you deserved to drown in the Great Flood. No one did.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
O Tears come, come not in vain not as the crocodile tears O Tears come come with the love for the Sacrificed Holy BL0Od through the pure pain of love........///