The Arts Network
Imperfections
A poem I wrote in November 2008 in Otley while meditating on Song of Songs
I am so aware of the imperfections of my love,
The weaknesses of my desire,
The frailties of my yearnings,
I know you delight in the utterances of my heart,
Yet they are wavering and inconsistent,
And my frustration grows.
Yet my relief comes at a glorious revelation,
That this is about your love not mine,
Your love, my Lord, has not a hint of lacking,
But is eternal, overtaking, never to be revoked.
Your love, my King, has captured me,
I cannot resist, I cannot escape your gaze.
So enduring is your love that it cost you everything,
And as you paid that ransom, your heart was burning for me,
Even though I was far from you, and rejected you,
You knew that your love would not fail,
You knew you would have me,
And, my Lord, you were right, for I am yours always.
You have romanced me with wine,
You have called me your own,
I am no longer mine,
So Jesus, please take me home.
Comments
Ben Howcroft
Really like this Stef, I can identify with the poem. The relief when thoughts our failings give way to thoughts of his faithfulness!