I am like a vexed and raging bull
In many directions contrary pulled
Moved first to deepest hurt
By the greatest dose of love
Moved instead to count the worth
Of gifts rained from above
By this self-same love.

But also this heart bleats
Wounded scarred heartbeats
In too deep I dove
Yet never too deep
Could I have fallen
In the arms of Grace beholden
This joy is worth the weep

When all I’ve sown I reap
A love and generosity
But also thrills of life I seek
Into the bottom of life to leap
And so I confused accept it
A break from my lovely lily
For whom I felt so perfectly fit

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