We may only need/
someone to help us see our/
self-reality.
OR
We may only need/
someone to help us see, and/
free, reality.”
A day* to be filled/
with joyful companionship/
is lonely instead .
OR
*life
A friend said she was concerned that, although she wanted to do good, she was not, and would never be, “good enough”. (See the previous poem: “Making up the Difference”.) I responded that none of us are “good enough”, but …
With Jesus’s help,/
we can all be good enough/
and rise to glory.
Or
… rise to greatness.
I want someone who/
wants to be with me so bad/
that she can taste it.
When you stand and preach,/
doesn’t the mem’ry of what/
we did call you out?
OR
When she teaches, why/
doesn’t the memory of what/
we did trigger guilt?
I must stop going/
on trips where I bring back gifts/
that I’ll never give.
Well golly Gee!/
And good for you!/
You’re getting to see/
What you wanted to!/
You wanted so bad to go/
You could nearly taste it!/
You would’ve gone with a troll!/
It’d be a pity to waste it!/
Spend your evening with some other/
instead of with me./
Perhaps he’ll be the lover/
that I can no longer be./
And now that your old ticket is free/
I’ll search to discover who’ll go with me*!
OR
I’ll search for another who wants to be with me.
Do you still dance? Or/
have you locked up your heart and/
feet and mind and soul?