Yes, Dear Lord, You don’t talk to anyone,
But this is my heart, my love, this is not everyone,
Do I ever use your name to declare supremacy?
You made me fell in love, all I feel is this Intimacy,
But no part of the secrets I give away lord, just talk,
Some feelings I feel are not stagnant, they just walk,
As if, my feeling wasn’t alone, and I felt a touch there,
You come in the night like this, to find you, there’s nowhere,
Today I understand, how the heart works its mysteries,
Perhaps, our cultures need to rewrite and reimagine histories,
Lord, we do get tired of this writing, God knows we hate ministries,
But Lord, you befriended, and your friendship is like tapestries,
Dear Lord, O one master, who is not my savior but a also friend,
Let it happen, your feeling passes by, do in my soul good amend,
To my heart, for we humans are full of shit, and lost forever,
Lord, you are such, I’ve asked healing, but you’ve given me favor,
I’ve asked a thousand times, but how you choose moments,
Yes, my love, my friend, such hearts have, become adornments,
O dear Lord, go on then, in your rhythm, find other empty boxes,
I don’t know how my polarity works, but I know your equinoxes,
And yes, words I’ve always cooked and baked, but some are special,
Sometimes, rhythm breaks lord, and dissolves differences interacial,
For you, lord, are among the invisible, a gown of a gown,
And when I feel you close, I wonder, how closely we’ve known,
The truth, or what’s become of it, and Christianity,
So help me write, sometimes fails to translate my humanity,
For you lord, If I write poems few, they come out of need,
To feel good and warm, you know my heart bears no evil seed.