This is the voice of the bride inspired from the Song of Songs
Within Waiting
Your pant
Captures my emotions
but runs away swiftly
Whispering past my hearing,
“I’ll be back soon!”
My love is behind the lattice
And I am within, waiting
For just the scent of your breath,
Again.
In vain
My Name
crosses your path.
You don’t heed
the muted moans
from tissue tearing,
pierced by thorns,
talons and spikes
pounded purposefully
each time
you mock Me.
I’m someone
else to you.
© Jerry P. Quinn 3/30/2002 9:20:18 PM
ISAIAH 53
Who has believed our report? And to whom has the arm of the Lord been revealed? For He shall grow up before Him as a tender plant, [...]
Last Supper
Tasted, the wine and the bread speak to me
liberty from critique
released by compensation’s disbursement
meant to change what’s remiss
I cling to the memory of your work
and shirk not at your love.
Jerry P. Quinn © September 7, 2003
You Woo Me Still
The fires of your love
Burn deep and deeper
As embers within my chest;
In silence or in sleep,
In solitude or darkness,
In prayer or song,
In gladness or in joy,
I am persuaded.
Each breath of life
Is but a decoy
To catch up all I am
Flitting away
Unto your affections.
I turn at the scent
Of passion’s presence,
In a dazed [...]