Simple Note (to the Brain Mapper of Sorcery):

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Simple Note (to the Brain Mapper of Sorcery):

You could never love me
enough to let me be myself
so you'll keep me lost in pretense,
your self-made Jezebel;

push me through your windows,
trollop me with sharpened hooves,
never let me find who I really am:
the one God hears, sees, and loves.

It's a small space you've been given,
a short time, only on this side—
too bad for you!

I have that thing called The Blessed Hope,
making those once terrifying
rushing horses, nothing
but reminders of a wonderful triumph,

my speedy arrival
of stepping from here to there
where I can be me,
forever.





ORIGINAL

Simple Note (to the Brain Mapper of Sorcery):

you could never
love me enough to let me be myself
so you'll keep me lost in pretense
your self-made Jezebel
push me from the window
trollop me with sharpened hooves
never let me find who I really am
(though I know she's there)
the one God sees and loves
it's a small space you've been given
a short time
I have that thing called hope
that makes the sound of rushing horses nothing
but triumph of my speedy arrival
to an eternity waiting
where I can be me
forever