What Matters - If God You Approve Poem by James McLain

God knew of such a path
and knowing
each stone placed within the garden
God knew the path it led through you.

Great trepidation is has man and woman
made these paths narrow or smooth
north from south
into each, 'the heart that which matters.

From the womb I saw and heard.
Conversations made clear
and trying to speak only bubbles came out
though thy memory once climbed
both made from joy.

From whence the daisy comes.
Yellow bright cups of sun flowers
amid the fields
when spaced apart to grow, your seed.

Hence why the rose
and my hand gloved naught
fragrance is the scent can move the air
from the tip of the thorn
came the bliss of the crown one drop.

Should lily as well her lavender smell
washed in soap
the iris swell against the pot,
does it not need deep roots as well.

The struggle for the well
fresh clear
and made to hang down.

All my days I make for you
long and hot
as I sleep through cool nights
you have made.

Does my lust bushes and leaves
you blush
while the canyon walls crush in from all sides
until the water runs forth
and love me my, 'dear
I am but the animal you made from your pride.

Crush pride into the dust,
Or thou must needs be slack;
And trample down rebellious lust,
Or it will hold thee back.

Is not my labor your love
and your love do I labor
the long nights through always for.


And when I lift your feet
and I kiss each of your toes
brushing the smallest my lips
I touch it
and it like the dawn comes to fast.


What Matters - if God You Approve
And if within thy heart beats a beast?