
In all sparks like sharks
Emotions calling in harks
I think to myself what it’ll be like
To make love to God
Blasphemy?
II
It’s the new worldly exchange
And He moulded its organs
Money for passions
Materials for passions
Smart telecoms for passions
Mischiefs for passions
And all are left after breath flees
III
If I could make love to God
And He boards my ship
What would I need in exchange?
Immortality? Salvation?
Protection from the beautiful Satan?
And if I worked so hard
Could I be like Oliver Twist
To dare ask for more?
Perhaps perfection-and-smile-only earthly zone?
IV
I’m that crazy gal
Who needs foreverness.
To trade for earthers
Can never be me
If only I could do this with my maker
And be his tiny little shaker
Then I’ll trade in shades
Am I too ambitious?
And if my thoughts do offend
I have no defence
But apologies
As I still think these thoughts
Of what it’ll be like
To make love not to prophets,
Love not to spirits,
Love not to angels,
But love to God
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015
10 replies on “IF I COULD MAKE LOVE TO GOD (18+)”
Deep…the conclusion is so cool; a moment of “repentance” followed by an helpless defiance…
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🙂 Thank you.
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We are all supposed to be God’s Beloved… and your poem captures that feeling.
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Blessings for your voice.
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I couldn’t help but notice the prophets bit …
Keep on blogging in a free world – The False Prophet
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👍
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Excellent. Consummation of the soul’s longing.
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Thank you.
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WOW, serious poetry here. A share is in mind here. Nicely performed.
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Thank you very much. You are always welcome to share. Blessings.
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