100 Poems I tell you here to show you a written part above, a written part inside and what has not been written yet but was revealed and it will happen.
The man I love came over
and asked me why I did not show up
in that meditation we used to meet.
I told him I was afraid to see him
and afraid that he was not real.
He told me he has been waiting for me to show up,
and now he appears to me
without meditation but in a vision.
How much pain to stop being your muse? He asks
And I reply: A lifetime
He answers me: I give you back your life
Staring at each other
Without touching
Keeping a short distance
Our hands close
I dare not touch you
But we touch with our eyes
Very close to your chest
I beg your forgiveness crying
And kneeling
For what it was
Because of what happened to Jesus
And you tell me
Nothing has happened yet
Get up, you don’t have to kneel
Because I love you
I’m the one who will tell you how it’s going to happen
In the distance,
an evil and instigating eyes looking at us,
I ask my love whose those eyes belong to?
Which he replies:
Eyes are everywhere,
but those eyes in particular
do not pay attention to them.
Look at me, I AM your God.
Glenda 