As you pour your life, none knows that it's only going to be just another try.
Having failed a million times and yet it's the same old game; give and always take, but never give back and never repay.
It all stays the same, but now I recognize there is something developing.
What is it, what is this thing; this thing that removes the ungodly sting of things that bring back pain from within.
It's then that I WIN; yes because now I know it's just begun and will never end.
This thing that makes me dead but then alive again. Love! ?
What is it; it's life given to be taken back again, to be remade and planted within, into another heart and then back again, taken remade given again, taken remade given, then; the pain that leads to freedom begins it's eternal chain to unlimited gain of fullness within. An emptying of self for the receiving of Him.
(11/6/13)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem