Needing You Poem by Lora Colon

Needing You

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I'm needing you like the rose needs rain,
Thirsting for love, my head is bowed,
The haughty stem now droops from want,
Just the thorns are left standing proud,
Though I still may hope for the morning's dew,
Is this all the hope I'm allowed?

I'm needing you like stars need the sky,
Never can they change their address,
So my wounded heart seeks a home
Where it can heal and convalesce,
A haven somewhere deep inside of you,
Wrapped in your love, no more, no less

I'm needing you like birds need their wings
To fly to the loftier perch,
God can scarcely uplift my heart,
So heavy it's grown in its search,
When the object of worship is absent,
How cold and empty is the church

I'm needing you like Nature needs Spring
To rub Winter's sleep from her eyes,
Tell me your love is just sleeping,
From its slumber it soon shall rise,
And the sepulcher constraining my dreams
Will shatter with my joyous cries!

Thursday, December 31, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: love
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Roseann Shawiak 10 January 2016

Somehow love always has needs between two people, it's an invitation for giving and taking, sharing life's blessings together. These are my thoughts as I read this poem. Very well written! Thank you for sharing. RoseAnn

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Brian Johnston 09 January 2016

My two favorite lines... I'm needing you like Nature needs Spring To rub Winter's sleep from her eyes A beautiful simile that in spite of its simplicity I have never heard before and believe is the best line in the poem. The only thing missing for me here is the realization that when we think Love is missing that it is we who are asleep, and worshiping any human love is surely a mistake. How can God be missing from His church? He is the church but being in church is not a ticket to see Him though for me He is always visible in the love others show me.

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Jak Black 01 January 2016

The reader feels the deep anguish of the forsaken poetess as she reaches out from the chill of loneliness for the warmth of the love she so desperately misses………….. When the object of worship is absent, How cold and empty is the church.......... Two great lines here, Lora

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Lora Colon

Lora Colon

Missouri - United States
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