Ph: Love: My Pleasure Poem by Brian Johnston
Ph: Love: My Pleasure
My pleasure's not just who you are
But who you'll be tomorrow,
Though of the earth, yet far from me,
Our love no link to sorrow!
Reflected light disarms the night,
Your likeness never captured,
Your prism power fractures rhyme,
I'd guess till time gets raptured!
You're not the first, perchance not last,
My dear, you're such a charmer,
May love that dreams stay in its bed,
And life be wisdom's farmer!
Brian Johnston
8th of December 2018
Poet's notes:
Is real love for another person even possible that does not
embrace God's will? Love only fails to be love when it doesn't
enable and encourage our beloved ones to follow their hearts!
Any attempt at controlling another person's life? How can that
be called love?
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I take it to mean you are digging (like a farmer) for more wisdom. All love that sleeps stays in its bed For I'm a wisdom farmer... In time, Jesus will reward you for staying with the Program of Love and Foresight.. Carry on dear farmer of life and wisdom... Tim C.