Sexuality
Quite gone the white – proverbial;
The red was diabolical;
"Look left, look right, directional;
Look up, look down – I'm quizzical.The door had closed – quite visible;
The knock so soft – responsible;
Left off the nurse her way to go;
The pattern broke a day ago.The mana there? I doubt it so –
My mind goes back three years ago,
When it was seen – quite visible,
And theory jumped to what I know.My question asked – quite practical;
It broke her spell (no way to know –
Transition smooth – catch in her throat –
And bridge withdrawn across the moat).Flirtations move (to me it’s so –
Subconscious life which now I know,
So subtle hitting we all know,
The way we've been from long ago).Surprised I was – and bothered so,
I think on it as home I go;
Again I'd seen – I had not known
The lust within – deep inner groan.When each quite young – it was not so,
'Twas deux not tres – that much I know;
But that then shifts as we grow old –
But they're confused – on that I'm sold.So it takes two – responsible;
To me now comprehensible:
Right brain becomes quite visible –
Before, dumb ox, away I'd go.The drive within, quite powerful;
So race goes on down here below;
Such power uncontrollable;
How grace prevails I do not know.And then returned – new row to hoe
Emerges after boat I row;
Why one, to three – Ah! now I know
For we're two halves – by Him made whole.I know both sides and how we grow;
I'm not so smart – just seen as so;
Without her love wild oats I'd sow;
I laugh – His grace is made for ‘No’.For sex is problematical,
Its drives quite irresistible;
God said, ‘'Tis good’ some time ago;
“Grace” lets you be responsible”.Three views to me is what He showed;
Another brick from donkey-load;
Now I can write – the other road
Brings help not harm if that is showed.******
Like lumps of coal on miner's head,
It's best beware or soon be dead;
From circumstance all this I've read,
As by His hand I now am led.To walk by grace reveals so much:
Before in life, just "do not touch";
Grace frees to cross and a look around;
From which new views of life are found.The razor's edge o’er which I walk,
Then to machine I write through talk,
Demands a faith continuous,
Descent from it precipitous.The nail I hurt grows out from here,
The healing slow, for me no tear;
It's shattered part quite gross to me,
But it's quite dead – new life I see.New life beneath emerges now,
Dead falls away as I allow –
Such change to come despite the look,
Six decades – quite a while it took.For this new view of life, my Lord,
I give You thanks for Spirit, Word,
Experience in daily strife
Which we all lead without Your life.navigation