The Fulfillment Poem by Lors Dilouley

i knew tonight.
i was at peace.
and expectant.
and excited.

to see you.
to know while looking at you.
but satan crept in
and imparted his vices.

with a sweet (pun) gesture
i tried to be thoughtful
and graceful
and kind.

to you after my annoyance
last night.
but it did not work.
my plan was foiled.

by your cutting remarks.
please tell me
what it is you want.
i cannot read you anymore.

than i can the greek that
you were studying.
i show you more.
but it gives you more.

to use against me.
you hurt me when you speak.
i try to be tough.
chalk it up to

your sense of humor.
slash my sensitivity.
but my heart is made of flesh.
and moreso than i would like.

it tears to pieces
when you act the way
you do. why?
do you like to see my pain?

that stings me like your bain?
i knew. and i know.
and i see those things.
and i fight back my tears.

as i meet your eyes.
and choose to love.
because His grace
covers your face.

as much as His blood.
covers my hands.
i accept you.
even you as exposed by the cross.

because He is righteous.
and just.
and only His love is
the fulfillment.