-tangentism-

hello my darling, I missed you so
with your solumn grim and glow
the clouds so proud blocked out the sight
of plasma cascading into beautiful light
how I wish I could touch you
and draw from your heart
and become like a constellation right from the start
but I am destined here just to watch
shocked from afar like Sasquatch
sighting that are of no concern
but the scientist speak and then I learn
that no belch of the cosmos will discern
a mass of beauty none to know
you closely but One who makes the snow
and counts the sand and reads my soul
and cares for each need for that is His role,
so delight in Him and and joy in Him
or lift of a song or oldest of hymns
for it is all His, and his to own
for as He sits on his glorious throne
not looking up or to His side
but humbly to His feet, He spots the bride
droping crowns and millions at worst
just to beseech the Living Water of our thirst
and be fulfilled.
But the thirst is what draws, pulls us to Jesus
so that the world's pleasures will never please us
but recieve hurts from being a christian
and go to the loving great physician
sit on His lap, get some love
and then fall into the embrace from above
melt in his presence in his grace
and lose your mind while searching for his face...