Love Given, None Believe … I Grieve

I’m walking this street,
I’m hearing the beat
Of the hearts of everyone I meet

I’m seeing this hand,
And the wandering band
Of empty souls with no demand

Gift offered, none to receive,
Love given, none believe
And so tired and weary, I grieve

Nothing to give, I offered my nothing for the something you gave to be given.
Forged in the fiery furnace of creation, creating creativity to create and enliven;
Not to be horded and hidden, guarded in greed, ensconced in my darkened soul,
But as gifted gift, to be gifted, like the lighted flame not concealed under bowl.

And I’m walking this street,
And I’m hearing the beat
Of the hearts of everyone I meet

And I’m seeing this hand,
And the wandering band
Of empty souls with no demand

Gift offered, none to receive,
Love given, none believe
And so tired and weary, I grieve

Filled with love from heaven above, given in pain my heart to stain,
Suffering load to bear in train; no one to take for this soul’s sake
One kiss of affection, love in perfection, life with direction;
Bound by loneliness, she’s not to be found; my sufferings abound.

But I’m walking this street,
And I’m hearing the beat
Of the hearts of everyone I meet

And I’m seeing this hand,
And the wandering band
Of empty souls with no demand.

Gift offered, none to receive,
Love given, none believe
And so tired and weary, I grieve

Everything you have given me, then, I give back to you, all for nothing more.
Consumed in the fiery furnace of oblivion, to walk through death’s dark door,
Crushed and crucified on this blood-soaked cross I lifted up and chose to carry,
And yet does your voice drift in on the wind, “What I give you I do not bury.”

But I’m walking this street,
And I’m hearing the beat
Of the hearts of everyone I meet

And I’m seeing this hand,
And the wandering band
Of empty souls with no demand

Gift offered, none to receive,
Love given, none believe
And so tired and weary, I grieve

Yeah, I’m hearing the beat
Of the hearts of everyone I meet,
But love I offer, no one receives,
And I’m at my end … I grieve

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3 thoughts on “Love Given, None Believe … I Grieve

  1. I am so lucky I found your blog, Jonathan. Your writing is so heartfelt, and so many things in it that I felt but did not know how to express. When you write, you write for so many others who feel misunderstood or lonely. Thank you so very much for sharing thoughts, feelings and beautiful poetry. I hope you are well.

    1. Bee, you just don’t know what your words mean to me… And despite my passion for writing, I cannot adequately express my thankfulness. I’m so very, very glad to know that what I offer touches the lives of others deeply, especially the misunderstood and lonely. I’m so very grateful to know that my writing means so much to you, as yours does to me! Peace and Blessings to you and yours, Bee!

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