“So here I am again. Wasted.
Wasted over you
Poured out over you
You’re Beautiful!
.
In all the ways I could be used,
I could be valued
I could be seen.
Instead, the preciousness of my life
is ‘spent’
used
offered
served upon you,
Beautiful one!
.
Extravegant is my gift – it’s all I have,
my life
given
all for you.
I am a waste
my talents
my training
my intellect
my love..
a waste…
Over you.
.
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 outrageousness!
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
exclusively
offered
wasted.”
Etchings from this sojourner called like Moses to “Arise, take your journey before the people.” (Deut 10:11)