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Beyond

I wanted to write a poem

Of You

That does not

Include me

But my first word here was

I and I

Want to say I’m sorry

But that’s also about me

You Oh Lord

Are beyond words

Anyway

Even the prettiest

Are shabby

Compared to Your heart

Of love

Even words that sound

The same

As their meaning –

Scrumptious, Graceful

Sweetheart –

Are clumsy and ugly

Compared to

Your name

Words as fragrant

As their flowers –

Carnations, violets,

Goldenrods,

Dahlias –

Wither as weeds

When Your warmth

Radiates as midday

From the pages of Your Book

A poem of You

Needs only one word

Or ninety-nine

And it is finished