Poem: “What You Got…”
By: Eric Gajewski
From the work, "Fortress of the Soul"
O’ Love, so
long for Thee I sought
But Thy Note
was too high to be sung
For Your
Breeze dances wherest I as man can only walk
Your Lips
teach but mine as lonely vessel can only be taught
O’ Love, I
can takest no more, I have had just about enough
Whence shall
Ye cometh with Your Air to filleth my lungs
For Your touch
melts but as ice I am frozen alone in want
Your Caress
settles but I, your daily mess, seem to work for naught
O’ Love,
stay hidden no more!
I journey
and shalst await by the side of thy River under the sun
For Your Vine
givest & my lands that “stench of self” are the only seeming draught
Your fields
flowest freely wilst I as a sinner am continually “caught”
Your Flower
eternally blooms whence mine without Thee shall rot
O’ Love, a
heart weighed down with possessions, is sadly what I brought
Whence Thy
Eyes shalst speak of silence I shalst try to hold my tongue
For Your
Mercy is so tender and yet I do not do what I ought
Your Love
encompasses the earth and yet I cannot flee, not even a thought
O’ Love, Is
this life all for naught?
And Love
responds which thy Word hast won ….
Tis’ I thou needest; Tis’ I Who Am
your All; Tis’ I Who are thy Answer
But in thy pride you remain and stay
stuck in the question
And therefore by “self” you livest
And it is by this “self”, which yields nothing in
return, in the end, you got…
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