She is that Passion We Know as Love

I ever expect some miracle
that heals my ills away
then that was how I prayed
now I ask to live God’s will and way
I shed a tear then walk far off
I’d like to hide away
then thoughts of ending enter me
by my choice and deed
but I see a vision of my son
and it would give him pain
it would cause a rift that would not end
which is not my legacy to him
And there is my wife- she has my love
all I have to give
love is our gift from God above
she is my light and stability
my heart my soul my friend
she is that passion we know as love
she is so beautiful to view
then to touch and love her as I do
she keeps my feet on earth….
I hope and pray for God to cure
my Parkinson’s disease
my arms and hands they need to work
to not just shake and jerk
I know God hears my words
in little ways He answers me
to wait another day or so
there is more I need to grow
I am a vessel full of sin
I need to be cleaned out
to be washed by blood
which Jesus shed….
I dream of things I should not set
once death did enter me
long ago I lost the blood inside of me

©2008 Brian’s Prose