I am not Jesus but I gave him my life
As he examined the gift
he began to proclaim
that my life
though vast and inviting
simply was not enough
I am not Jesus but I gave him my life
and the weight of the price I offered him
just wasn't quite healthy enough
I am not Jesus but I gave him my life
I drew him in and offered him solace
I implanted him into the seams of my life
like a chick gets a new bosom
and I asked for nothing in return
but his love and patience
I embraced him wholeheartedly
and in return
received
a receipt
expecting more
I am not Jesus but I gave him my life
but
he wanted my soul
But not whole...
battered & broken
crushed & cursed
shattered & skewered
Alive, but not living
I am not Jesus, but I gave him my life
and he broke my soul
even if for a moment
And now...
He's gone
And life goes on.....
I am not Jesus, but I've risen again......
(c) 2013
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ReplyDeleteThat was almost surreal. You captured the very essence of what it means to give wholly of yourself and in doing so...sometimes we lose. Love as many things are...is always at best...a risk. Here you have managed to somehow equate that risk with outcome. The outcome was...as in life what is reaped from a gamble. 50/50. I'm banking that you learned a lot and by taking that risk...as a PERSON...you GREW.
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