Sweet Feeling - Poem by Stephanie Hazle
I've tasted many a sweet feeling
Romantic dining, the finest of wines
Climbed climaxes at the highest of heights
Fought hard in the name of love
Strived tirelessly for love...
Ate of sweet fruits, turned bitter
Dribbled the ball that was in my court
As I played with romance
Until it threw (me) in the towel
Precious time passed as we waltzed 'til sun down
…But down on me did the Son set His eyes
Never to leave His sight
His face fixed like a flint
As at Calvary
While this treasured gem He so perspired after
Found herself in just about the hands
Of any charming suitor that crossed.
Still His pursuit was relentless
Even when waves of deceit and lust
Washed up close enough to her heart
The taste of sweet feeling I have not lacked
Drunk on fantasy and wondrous earthly things
Feasted on fruits of labour
Frolicked in the splendour of the moonlight
Lost in the eclipses of carnal pleasures unspoken
Caught in the snare of an empty, soul-less,
unfulfilling abyss called temporary gratification
That is sometimes deathly permanent.
Yet, my new love sweetens more than my tongue
It satisfies my soul.
We take long walks and walk hand in hand
The Author of Love Himself and I
I lay my deepest darkest secrets at His feet
Where they are safe.
I am safe...He saved me.
Now I drink His living water
It quenches my thirst like I've never known
He whispers secrets of times gone and to come
There is nothing ugly about this love
No perverse thrill gained from envy and jealousy.
No sweeter feeling than this have I known
The feeling of assurance
A love that cannot be denied or questioned
Even the 'sweetest taboo' comes second
A love so good cannot be contained
There is a world that awaits its sweet taste,
Desperate without even knowing it
I will tell them: Many a sweet feeling I've tasted
But only one has called me His and I call Him mine
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