• What We Want

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    Love doesn’t always give us what we want.

    It flies from what we wish, what we dream,
    these radiant visions,
    and lifts our hopes for the right, the strong, the good,
    so when the painted picture dries,
    and perfection stares back at us, in brilliant hues,
    we see truth, and promise, and clarity.

    Passion swells with anticipation
    of the security,
    of the transformation,
    of the alteration
    we may offer-
    what we wished and longed for long ago
    to give to you,
    to give to them,
    to give to her and him,
    our fire
    manifested in this world.

    But traffic continues to pass,
    cars honk,
    strangers laugh,
    lights change,
    wind whispers through the streets,
    and the ideal meets the real,
    which is customarily rude,
    impetuous,
    jaded,
    short-sighted,
    in a hurry,
    preoccupied-
    blind.

    The gift is fumbled,
    ignored,
    neglected,
    punted,
    forgotten behind shinier things-
    the gift quiet and courteous
    left behind the louder,
    larger boxes
    full of hunger and darkness and air.

    The canvass is soon gashed,
    my bright colors smeared and gray,
    my image nothing like before.

    “It was not what I wanted”,
    the mimeographed message states,
    stamped on a greasy butcher paper square.

    “It was not what I wanted-
    and I have little need for that”,
    you tell me.

    It is what you need, I quietly cry.

    Love doesn’t always give us what we want.

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    A web programmer by day, I somehow still spend a lot of time thinking about relationships, God, and the significance of grace and love in daily events. I am old school in the sense that I believe in the reality of sin, and in the need of each human heart for deliverance to the Divine. I am one of those who believes that Jesus Christ is the Son of God, and that you can find most answers to life's pressing issues in Him and His Word, the Bible. I ain't perfect, and a lot of the time I ain't good, but by God's grace and kindness, I am forgiven and free.

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