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“I Can Love You Better” by Joi Miner

This is by one of my favorite poets, Joi Miner. Приятного аппетита!

I love you hard and deep
Like pains kneaded from shoulders after manual labor
Like chops through wood in preparation for Winter’s chill
That penetrating kind of love
That blisters hands and leaves hearts pusting just beneath skin’s surface.

I love you with no expectation
Openly like a flower welcoming the Summer sun though it may soon be beaten by the same beams that warmed it.
Innocently as an infant loves the mother nursing it, though the toxins from chain smoking will certainly poison her
That trusting kind of love
That asks not what should be given, only tries to meet the invisible quota set at its creation.

I love you tirelessly
Like the quarks in a watch strive to accurately record each moment in time
Like the cycle of hydration, evaporation, and precipitation course from earth to heaven to earth once again
That repetitive kind of love
That can come to be expected causing chaos in its change.

I love you passionately
Like a succubus draining the life through kisses
Like a lizard wrapping tongue around meal that squirms hopelessly rather than accept its demise
That smothering kind of love
That smolders a flame in its youth, killing its warmth and promise with my ambition.

I loved you angrily last night
Suffering from the exhaustion that weighs on a body following overexertion
Swallowing saliva to silence stomach pangs from a hunger not satisfied
That single-sided love that forces one’s hand in Poker play
Your Poker Face had me taking faith in your bluff because you loved me with a love that was never enough.

I loved you stubbornly today
Continually giving you everything you never asked for
Wishing to meet needs before knowledge of them arose
Deafly thinking my knowledge of your desires far surpassed your own.
That dehydrating kind of love
That offers sand in place of fluid, and then gets frustrated with suffocation.

I have loved you ignorantly.
Like dying roses in a vase littering the floor with withered petals
Like sparkling diamonds sitting upon satin bust in museum chambers
That useless love
That disguises its lack of attention with moments of grandeur.

My love a feast spread here to yonder
Like plastic décor fruit dusting on grandmother’s table
Like Christmas dinner lain out before homeless orphan just beyond window pane
That taunting kind of love
That could be enough with a bit more effort.

-Joi Miner, “I Can Love You Better”

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Music Mondays: Tell Him

I know I kid a lot about Jesus. Truth be told, I found Him exactly 4 years and 5 months ago while going through the most emotionally traumatic experience in my life.

I had previously dealt with the death of my mother some 4 and half years prior to this incidence and the death of my grandmother (who was like a second mother to me) a mere year and a half before.

But it was my divorce that really put the nail in the coffin for me emotionally. I couldn’t handle it. I was a wreck. Included in the divorce was my son who would bear the brunt of any hurt and attacks my wife and I could sling at one another. And those arrows flung aplenty.

In the midst of it all, I was fortunate enough to have been introduced to people prior to that who would eventually change my life and my spiritual outlook as I knew it. They brought me closer to God than I ever thought possible.

I guess this is the point where I thank Miss Mary Lopez for being a true friend through it all. And this is the point where I thank Pastor Burgess and his wife and family for accepting me as Christ would have, despite my faults, despite my shortcomings, despite my sins.

It’s through them that I truly learned about the everlasting power and love in Christ. Had it not been for Him (and through Him, them), I wouldn’t be here today.

So it’s with all my heart and soul that I give to you, my Lord, everything I have. This song sums it all up:

It should be noted that this song was taken directly from the Bible in 1 Corinthians Chapter 13, commonly referred to as the “Love Chapter.”

The lyrics are as follows (with commentary and Biblical concordance):

Let me be patient, let me be kind
Make me unselfish without bein’ blind
Though I may suffer, I’ll envy it not
And endure what comes, ’cause He’s all that I got
[Love suffers long and is kind; love does not envy; love does not parade itself, is not puffed up; does not behave rudely, does not seek its own, is not provoked, thinks no evil; does not rejoice in iniquity, but rejoices in the truth; bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.]
and tell Him

Tell Him I need Him
Tell Him I love Him
And it’ll be alright

And tell Him
Tell Him I need Him
Tell Him I love Him
It’ll be alright

Now I may have faith, to make mountains fall
But if I lack love, then I am nothin’ at all
I can give away, everything I possess
[1 Corinthians 13:2-3: And though I have the gift of prophecy, and understand all mysteries and all knowledge, and though I have all faith, so that I could remove mountains, but have not love, I am nothing. And though I bestow all my goods to feed the poor, and though I give my body to be burned, but have not love, it profits me nothing.]
But I’m without love then I have no happiness
I know I’m imperfect and not without sin
[Love never fails. But whether there are prophecies, they will fail; whether there are tongues, they will cease; whether there is knowledge, it will vanish away. For we know in part and we prophesy in part. 10 But when that which is perfect has come, then that which is in part will be done away.]
But now that I’m older all childish things end
[11 When I was a child, I spoke as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child; but when I became a man, I put away childish things.]
and tell him

Tell Him I need Him
Tell Him I love Him
It’ll be alright

Tell Him
Tell Him I need Him
Tell Him I love Him
It’ll be alright

I’ll never be jealous
And I won’t be too proud
‘Cause love is not boastful
Ooh and love is not loud
[ a refrain of verses 4-5: Love suffers long and is kind; love does not envy; love does not parade itself, is not puffed up; does not behave rudely, does not seek its own, is not provoked, thinks no evil;]

Tell Him I need Him
Tell Him I love Him
Everything is gonna, is gonna be alright
Ooh, ooh, yeah yeah, oh yeah

Now I may have wisdom and knowledge on earth
But if I speak wrong, ooh, then what is it worth?
[1 Though I speak with the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I have become sounding brass or a clanking cymbal.]
See what we now know is nothing compared
To the love that was shown when our lives were spared
[Christ dying on the cross for our sins]
and tell Him

Tell Him I need Him
Tell Him I love Him
It’ll be alright

Tell Him
Tell Him I need Him
Tell Him I love Him
It’ll be alright

The chorus above and throughout the song can be viewed as an interpretation of how one would approach God with a heavy and humble heart: to admit that you need something is considered a weakness in modern society but it’s an affirmation (or confession, if you will) to God that we do, in fact, need Him. That through Him any and ALL things are possible. And when we admit this and give up our souls to Him for His will, we truly submit not only to the idea that God is in control, but give up our limited (and ultimately inconsequential) power to that of God’s infinite wisdom and power, but is, at once, our most vulnerable state as a human being to give up control to a source we can’t begin to conceive, much less realize (in a physical sense) and our most courageous for those very same reasons.

This song is the epitome of love in a very real and quantifiable/quantitative way. If ever a love song existed that was written and recorded for the sake of love unto itself, this one hit the nail on the head. A mature and consummate love that anyone, regardless of spiritual belief, can bookmark as an indicator of the most true and everlasting love applied in any definition (including the strict and overbearing Greek definitions of differing love). If anything, this song speaks about the universality of love.

Just a little food for your soul… in agape. Enjoy.

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I wrote this a while ago. I’m posting it today in honor of his birthday coming up. This day, this moment, will forever be etched into the ledger of my memory bank. It’s my most cherished one. Happy birthday! I love you more than you may ever know.

You remind me of the first time
Our eyes met and how you looked
At me through big, brown, helpless
Windows as if you somehow knew.
You looked at me and only me
With that certain curiosity and innocence
That defines you. From that point on
There would never be another who
Could define me and inspire me
The way that you do. On that day
My world changed…

On that day I was no longer me
But you. As your delicate hand
Wrapped around my finger, the commotion
Subsided, leaving only the two of us
In a room full of faceless people.
On that day and every day after, your
Face was the only one that mattered,
Just the way it was meant to be.

-Casey Robbins

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Happy New Year… Whatever It Means

They say that however you bring in the new year is how you’ll live it. Poor, destitute, homeless, loveless, drunk and hungry. God I hope they’re wrong.

Well okay, I should be thankful that I’m not actually any of that (except drunk and I’m ok with that). I’m poor in monetary wealth but there’s nothing wanting in the spiritual side.

Destitute? I’m not even sure what it means.I know it’s synonymous with poor so I threw it in there. A quick google check confirms my suspicions: a vague definition that’s synonymous with poor. In which case, read above.

Homeless? Home is where the heart is. The only thing closer to home that I could feel right now is with my son. I miss my Prince more than anything.

Loveless? Hardly. It may not be the love we all seek but it’s a divine love nonetheless. Thanks to my sister, brother-in-law, niece and nephew and those very few close to me. You know who you are.

Drunk? I already said yes on that one and I’m fine with that (eat, drink, be merry… Jesus turning water into wine… I’m pretty sure he’s ok with it, too).

And hungry? You read my Foodie Fridays portion of the blog, right? I’ve never wanted in the area of hunger, save for a few short times in my life. I’m still alive. And I’m not angry at all about that.

I’m listening to Philip Glass right now. I’m relishing in the simplicity of his music and the complexity of the themes. There’s a certain peace I find in his music. Maybe this is what they‘re talking about when they say “bringing in the new year”.

I hope to bring in a new year filled with peace.  A new year filled with hope. And  a new year filled with as much or more prosperity than I saw last year.

Here’s to hoping Margo gets over her shyness and comes out, loud and proud. Here’s to hoping friends is more than just a catch-phrase. Here’s to friends, the ones who know when a hug is needed and a step back is necessary. Here’s to family. No, not the ones who share your blood, but the ones who have been there when the blood runs thin.

To faith, love and hope. The greatest of these is love.

Here’s to they that don’t know what the hell they‘re talking about.

Happy New Year 2012! To the best year of your life… so far!

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