“So here I am again. Wasted.
Wasted over you
Poured out over you
In all the ways I could be used,
I could be valued
I could be seen.
Instead, the preciousness of my life
served upon you,
Extravegant is my gift – it’s all I have,
all for you.
I am a waste
There is a price to pay in this day for such a gift,
such a choice.
I pay it with the one thing that is most dearest to me,
my heart – the throne of all my affections.
What apparent craziness!
But you have my yes.
This is my yes.
What will be the measure by which my life will be valued?
What will be the point of my days?
Only heaven’s summary is valid now.
Heaven has been given my life, my days, my yes.
Wastefulness on earth
priceless in heaven.
Sacrificing the temporary for the eternal.
So here I am again
and I see your face, you’re beautiful!
I am yours
Etchings from this sojourner called like Moses to “Arise, take your journey before the people.” (Deut 10:11)