I have little I can love and know it is love

the lusts the hungers the foolishness

that comprises my daily comedy

no longer amuse or entice me

and all I have left (fragile as it is)

is the little I can love that I know is love

Content (c) 2008-2001 Philip Milito.

if God wants me to sing His praises

He going to have to treat me

a little more sweetly

I know His justice

I've felt (in spades) His vengeance

now I need to know

His mercy and His love

how can I praise the One

when I'm a stranger to His grace?

Content (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito.

my heart is full

I cannot load all my emotions

or my outcomes into it

for processing

I've exhausted everything I'm about

and where I once saw a way

now I just see

the cul-de-sac of a life

Content (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito.

I meant to tell you so much

I thought we'd have time

to get to all these things

now that time has run out

what is left to say

except sorry I put it all off?

Content (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito.

consequence

the only concern of the One

the judgement setting right

all wrong of effort

and if your sorrow

gets the better of you

well then

consequence has been served

Content (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito.

the daily trudge

wearying and wasted

illusion would

trick me and jump start

my energy

but I've lost hope

but at least I won't be fooled

into the wrong destination

Content (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito.

each day closer

to where I'm going

each night

the stress

and worry of getting there

each dawn

the stirring

the next move

Content (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito.