Knock Knock knock
goes my knock at the door of your heart
And Arg Arg Arg
comes the pain of staying so long
You have looked through the window and saw my coloured outfit
My anticipating hands have held a beautiful rose
anxiously waiting for your touch.
I have overstayed my welcome
And my outfit has become dull
The rose stalk looking upward
has lost the strength to bear her flower
Because you played so hard.
I am deeply hurting,
And the smiling face is become sore sad
The beautiful flower shining bright
has lost the radiance of her beauty.
Her fragrance too is long gone.
You are too hard to get.
I am sore sad,
And angry with myself
Maybe I have pick a love race
in the wrong direction
I have not even heard the Father whisper
Maybe He is hurt too
That a son so loved would run a course
in a wrong direction
without His word.
I retreat today, Anne
I’ll keep my rose in His flask
I’ll return to Abba this day
And apologize for the race
A race He never called.
I’ll hang myself at His feet
And hold myself to His words
Sooner or later,
You may open your heart
I’ll leave a letter to clear your doubt
‘Don’t bother to come after me,
I am long gone.’
November 20th, 2020.