I Love You This Much

POEM 49: I LOVE YOU THIS MUCH

Stubble had more value

Compared to me and all I had.

Deep within I felt so empty

Yearning for a refill

But no one, nothing could do.

So I got me on my boat

Sailing to a land unknown

Nomadic call in my heart I follow

Casting cares and fears aside

Refill I seek for my empty inside.

Birds chirp past in happy wings

Piercing through same boisterous wind

that rocked my boat to the ocean bed

I am drowning,

No one caring

I wish I were a bird

I could've flapped my broken wings

and pierce through the wind

But how could I fly

When I'm sunk under water?

Under water like Prophet Jonah

In many random whispers

I wondered where went Jehovah

When the wind and sea and sail

Conspired to sink my ship

and the devil hoard saving grace?

I got mad and threw tantrums

As I sink a piece of rock

Into the ocean dropped.

"I have wings not designed for water

I could swim, Lord fins would've been better!"

And in few feeble whispers

I silently prayed for salvation.

Then I saw a bait, line and sinker

Dropping down a known stranger.

I thought fishes are taken up when baited

Why dost this sink and not rise above water?

I watched as this captured man

Hands hooked by the palms

Dangling from the line and sinker

Bleeding yet smiling down at me.

Shame stars!

In His eyes are twinkles I've never seen -

He beckoned I hold onto him

Like a ship to her anchor

He bore the pain

While I clung on

Up and on he took me higher

From the ocean bed above water.

He still bleed and I felt sorry

"You could've just dropped the line!"

I blinkered.

"...and draw me out of the water.

Why hook it to your palms
just to save my life?"

Though I'm grateful He saved me.

But I felt He did foolishly.

He smiled again

And his face shone

And when He spoke

The cosmic trembled

Arms on my trembling shoulder

He whispered to my ailing heart

And said 'I love you this much'

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