I hate it guys. I don't wanna title my blogs, but I generally find blogs in my dashboard using the first few words, which used to be visible with each listing. Now the listings are mostly white-space (i.e. wasted space).
Today I'm thinking I'm gonna go ahead and post the first poem from my notebook.
To protest.. (you know, like the kind of protest that is ineffective because the means of protest are so small that nobody notices or cares)... I'm not gonna title poems for a while. No names for these. (Some of them had names; I'm removing the names).
Heads up, though... These poems are intensely personal, to the point of being embarrassing and uncomfortable for me. I wrote them without any internal commitment to post them anywhere, and I have been waffling about whether or not I'm just gonna destroy the notebook altogether instead of posting all this. Some of what I've written might get me into a little bit of trouble with the Reformed community if they ever decide to care about me. It's prose, guys. These are metaphors.
Here's the first:
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Perfect Leader and Teacher
You pull me up. You are my strength
Still small voice or trumpet sound
You always speak at the right time.
I long for your wisdom's guidance.
You are giver of every good gift.
I love you my king.
Perfect Helper and Encourager
You cheer me on. You are always my friend.
Gently listening, my heart is safe in your embrace.
You distribute the burden of my secret to many ears
but you have never disclosed my secret.
You are a precious gift from my husband.
I love you dearly.
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