~ In Abandon ~

In abandon, I am left here, as up and coming.
It is brought to me, the shining Son, and here He comes
just a running, our little boy in pull up Pampers.
As well glowing like the burning of the morning Sun.
As so as well she can be found to be as free.
My precious Wife, floating around and just a humming
within the kitchen, and I am well, and sure of this.
She is breakfast cooking for us again.
As to move, she always does, to nurture us with her love.
So with it being the Lords day and all.
Today we are all going to see Him, and hear what moved.
Our gracious Pastor, He has been brought to say.
For He too is a shining congregate
in the blessing with us all, and when I am moved.
I look to see our little boy wee small in pull up Pampers
fold His tiny little hands, and start to pray, and so taken.
In by this the vision of His pure innocence and one.
A better kind of love brought before me now
of the truness of His humility.
Again, I am left here, in abandon.

James*Lee Long


Copyright ©2006*James*Lee*Long

 

Very good poem. It starts with an influence used hundreds of years ago and it disolves as it goes. It is like a blend.
Good write,


DEJAVU

 

Bless you, and thank you. If willing you wish to read more! I will keep posting. I want to read more or your work. I am comforted by your vision. Bless you! ~ James ~