I Could Run At Times Like This

Poppa, I could run at times like this –

times when the heart shatters,

replaced by items of many earthly trinkets,

lost and tossed aside for its abundance. 

But Poppa, where would I run? 

Your Sweetness just follows

extra close for adjustments

to create within my mind

my need. 

Like a hunger pain

that sounds

for my best interest to react. 

Needs…

my needs

that lift my eyes

to Your Face of Passion;

taking my life to Beautiful

as You Show me

I am of more importance

than what pushed my heart

into crashing. 

I am here in the Waiting,

not running,

but in this moment

where I See Your Ways are Wise. 

Your Arms Reach to my heart

to Assure I am worth

more than a million treasures,

and never could a mass be high enough

to cause You to look aside my heart. 

Though tears form

and I don’t understand Your Ways,

You Hold all my pieces

and I am confident

the Assembly of New

is my reward

at the end of each day. 

I stand still,

I watch ,

I smile as Pure Love

Gave up the Center of it all for me.