Two Being, ' Yoked Poem by James McLain

Being Yoked to his of yours is what of that.
That, if of this pink eye of the pearl of this your his intelligence.
I must if I can, when with you if you can, can you not?
Ask but of this in trust but ask this of you, this I must.
And of choice and as will as I will of you, by you this I may.

Do it to do throw it all in with me, as it is of me, mine you are.
When before ever being thrown to the center of that which is there?
And I occasionally will dine before those lovely pink swine.
If I must As with wings would you do so I ask.

Cloven hoof they of thou withstand this of me, I bear your cross.
Both extreams yoked together however the fact that it is of you,
because of you, I am.
And of those come before me by those you are as I, am dire in need.

Is it not for those whom speak naught but by thee of such desired?
Mercy and grace this permission wise words of God.
Knowing I naught,
do I pray and I pray but of that one thing, I am you this of life.

Learn of this by me and it does, it does hurt and the pain.
May you not like I thus but by trust in this indure.
As for me always Lord' you are truth and in you this they May.

Of this which makes takes my breath and I walk to each day.
She before I, am I from her, comes the next.
And each one after another as passion would burn, because of truth.
And you infer road after road and life' May they Know that of skill,
curved around is the spoke while straight is the heavy, curved line.
I return to my house, in order to travel across once again not against.
As for the road of wisdom which it faces all tests of time indure such with me as I trace it on you..
It is you that I love of the lesson by this earth upon you, I walk.
which is taught to me with all like those that breath and speak but of one simple truth.