When you slammed the door,
you slammed GOD'S fingers in it.....
When you turned away,
your back was to him,
and he admired,
the lovely curves....
the softness of your skin....
the dimpled freckled canvas
on which he could paint....
your life......
When you walked away,
in tears....
he sent the wind to blow you back again,
stronger and stronger.
hoping the hurricane force of it....
would blow off your,
pride, your insanity of misery....
and you would turn around
When you closed your heart,
your temple crumbled....
cobwebs stiffened,
dust collected....
and he allowed it....
BUT
He rang the temple bells,
with all his mercy....
split the windows into spectral pieces...
hoping you would see him....
be with him,
once again....
AND you could not stay away for long....
his calling was too strong,
there was no other lover,
who could suffice,
no mother, no father
sister, brother...
companion...
more determined to
LOVE you
than he.....
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