A Flirtation With Love - Parts 1, 2, and 3 Finis
A Flirtation With Love (Parts 1, 2, & 3 finis)
#1 Sue's Legacy (Has A Home In My Heart)
Sure, each touch that enjoins us to life has Love's sparks,
one less photon (warms retina), dies but informs
that a universe spins that's beyond our controls!
Touch IS 'Blessing' (that's real) though this lie ends best life -
["I'D BE better in charge (so why trust God is real?)"]!
What's my pleasure's your pain? Can we trust what we feel
with no thinking at all? There's no progress in strife?
A night's sleep's 'death' one wakes from. Your truth (you've no soul)'s
just an end run from sin? ('ALL' society's norms?)
["TRUTH is dead! Let Earth's fools waste their time with God's arks!"]
Friend, I live for Love's touch; that's surprise when it comes,
like massage (that I've paid for) that hints I am loved!
Though all lives come with doubts, let me question doubts, too,
trust my verse can touch her! I would not be in charge
when Love's touch kneads my heart though I'm King on those days!
Know this poem's for Sue, more if muse tends Loves' ways
but I'd not overreach with a presence too large!
I'd not buy, but befriend, pray she always stays true -
a night's star that's so bright she looms large (but beloved)!
Life's a magical gift! But by Sue's light, life hums.
Brian Johnston
21st of April in 2023
Poet's Note:
Thank you, Sue, for shining once more on my life after three long years of
darkness (due to COVID?) I hope to stay your friend, and be an even closer
friend in the future (if that's your desire as well)!
#2 A Hoped-For Poetic Legacy
Let me touch folk with rhyme that survives past my time,
and share life paths held close that aren't petty, verbose,
that disclose what I feel (while they value what's real!)
I'd not covet false fame by disguising all blame
I deserve when I fail, (consequence) faults entail.
Life's light touch more cajoles; death clamps leg irons on souls.
My verse rhymes as muse can and would insult no man.
I've no claims on what's right; I don't spoil for a fight,
thrill to music, all song that gains ground, would belong!
Disagreements range free (that might help Love to be).
Life's expressed in time's room through muse gifts and their doom.
All that's yours (what you share) helps lead others to care.
What's not shared (you resist!) kills a chance you'll get kissed!
What gets given away still's just ours for a day
in the grand scheme of things (but might give faint souls wings!)
Do you grok how rhymes work? Polish hints I'm a jerk
with deception in mind? Is my verse, too, confined
to just thoughts I'd survey or truth I would convey?
Is touch ham-fisted whim or more life and death swim?
May rhyme's Grace sport a clause that will give your heart pause!
Brian Johnston
1st of May in 2023
#3 God's Legacy (The Testimony of Ancestors, Our Daily Bread)
Men deserve, don't you think, to love God we can touch
though no God can exist that we equal, of course.
Say that God is for real; might God use us like crutch,
or does Infinite Wisdom imply a divorce?
Might God choose a creation that helps God grow too,
a reciprocal nourishment, holier stew?
Still, God's schedule's His time, His clock likely won't mire.
Our sweet Earth's breath - one second, the universe - years!
Evolution's God's plan for night's galaxies' fire
(what fool dreams we're 'Last Word?') Is God laughing? In tears?
We all wrestle 'ideas of God' for folks fear
that God can't love a sinner (and all court sin's scars),
fear that Grace can't be real for its price seems too dear.
We're (at brightest) faint, flickering fireflies in jars,
not saints' souls Christ should die for to whiten their sin.
Yet, God's Servant who died shows our one way to win;
a response - to have faith that Christ's act shows God's love!
There's no action required, no good deed born of heart
that brings Grace to one's soul. It's Christ's gift from above!
It's humility's faith that shines light on God's art!
Brian Johnston
5th of May in 2023
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