4. Love It Is No Question

From Parting Strengthens Poetry (1996)

I find the pain of speaking cuts me loose,
yet cuts me.

Over drama acted poorly
hurts that harden knock like bones.
Youth is soft and brittle;
how we hurt the One we love!

Tears He cries will draw us back.
Fresh breeze of Gilead,
blow out rusty dirt in hearts
too hard to love.

Turn me home; the path got lost, 
and I must find the way again.
For love it is no question.
It is a declaration.

Composed February 17, 1996, 10:08 p.m. by Mark Feezell / DrFeezell.com
Included in Feezell’s poetry collection Parting Strengthens Poetry (1996)
Dedicated to the Public Domain (CC0 1.0) 2024

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poetry, Parting Strengthens Poetry (1996)