JEHOVAH CANDY JOY
i love morning worships when
just before the sky sings and the trees stretch
i get to open your Word and stuff my soul like a child
eating cotton candy at the fair for the first time
everything about You is delicious
From the book The Truth About Love
IF YOUR DREAMS ARE VAGUE
if your dreams are vague
then your purpose is vague
then your focus is vague
then your future
if your future is vague
then your passion is vague
then your asking is vague
then your giving
if your giving is vague
then your need is vague
then your hope is vague
then your prayers
if your prayers are vague
then your answers are vague
then your faith is vague
then your God
From the book THE TRUTH ABOUT LOVE
speak to me like a poem
touch me like you mean it
need me like there’s no way out
and i’m your only exit
From the book THE TRUTH ABOUT LOVE
I was left
High upon your shelf
Waiting…like everybody else
For a love that would not come
Now time’s small
Pond has become a
Sea, and has painted me
Pitch black
Weighed down
Drowning in melancholy
Poem from the book Grow Freedom
i cannot count
how many times
you’ve built these walls
with just a breath
they crumble.
you have become
my tower
of confusion
and i am lost
within your rubble.
Poem from the book The Truth About Love
the truth is
i love you
and i am fully
aware of my
disadvantage
Poem from the book The Truth About Love
my heart
just craves for every
part of you
to crave
every part of me
From the book THE TRUTH ABOUT LOVE
our love is a wounded soldier
painfully staggering
through lilies and thorns
through cutting rock
and perfumed meadows
every step, a loss and a gain
From the book THE TRUTH ABOUT LOVE
the sky is falling between us
the ground breaks its heart beneath
and yet there is Peace within our reach
we haven’t seen the moon in days
or sat with the sun for months
and still, there is a Peace that runs deep
between us, our hearts beat a cord
remember, we are tethered beneath the skin
together, underneath the incense of prayers
we are skipping above still waters
soaring beneath red seas
our lungs full of scarlet sun
our hearts a full moon
what is this cord that binds us?
it could be Love
it must be Love
what else could it be?
From the book The Truth About Love
Marquida Roberts 