like my tassle lying on the west coast
my unpowdered canvas
defines my absence
for through long longer longest lonely nights
the quiet hours once distilled
start to talk again
me into only a slightest sigh of
consciousness.
definition, faith and feeling
hidden in one box
like a lover
facing another betrayal of
your other extended death
when reading this I got no breath….
wishing your death
BUT within me is God
that is so odd
While facing GOD
i feel so very sad and odd
dear God, on this spot
this thought
now i say TODAY
FORGIVE ME, i HAVE SINNED (again)
Just like Eve
YOU won´t believe
but i know that Thou knowest
for Thee i am like an X-Ray photo
if i go too far, YOU always know
but i wish your Forgiveness and your Bliss
and all there is
i know your Blessings
are constantly coming
you sent to me my beloved man
i´ll do good things as best as i can
all my melancholy and tears
i´ve brought to you all those years
i lay them at your feet
i know that you know what i need
for all my wealth and blessings
i am thankful, grateful only to Thee
this is my confession
Thou art my conviction,
this is no contradiction
this is my devotion
Thou art my prime
perpetually sublime
Amen….
©Sylvia Frances Chan
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
Tuesday Morn 22 Oct 2019
At 7.53 hrs AM Dutch Time