Drop Lightning, pt 2

I called thunder from the sky
when it came i froze
I asked for a change of course
You woke the winds
in new directions
land is in sight
but nothing feels right

if lightning never strikes twice
should I care if it strikes once
should I hold breath in anticipation
for the reverb?

You tell the water where to stop
so drop lightning again
for I am Gideon
thick skulled
with a lack of confidence
in my ability
to decipher
the signs

To My Bride, My Love

A lamentation of the One
Who Sits at the Right Hand

I wrote you a poem
but you will probably
never read it
nor will anyone speak
to you about it
you have turned a deaf ear
to my creative endeavors

[unless of course they bring you
some sort of gain]

since you don't understand me
you push me away
you have grown cold toward me
taking pride and joy
over your love of the me you
have imagined
but not the me that
i am

cold? no, rather
a mild 75 degrees
not cool enough to refresh
not warm enough to revive
we were once alive
but you have become
preoccupied with making sure
you know my content
yet by not knowing my cadence
you fail to comprehend
the depths of my love

i would die for you
a thousand times over

[since once does not
seem to be enough]

call me stubborn
call me single minded
call me jealous
all this is true
and more

i won't relent
until you and i are one

i have paid the price
you are mine and i am yours
my love

please
do not turn from me
i have eyes only for you

i will never forsake you,
Your Beloved