Tart
‘Tart’ - When traveling in Northern Ireland, every wonderful church and home I visited served the local speciality of Apple Tart… it was not an oversweet apple pie, but an apple and pastry construction with a good degree of ‘tart-ness’.
Sweetness, turned sour,
from being left out and overused.
Gentle inclinations, turned bitter,
from too much attention.
Boldness, turned pushiness,
from too much temptation.
Love, turned lust,
from addiction to sex.
O Bernice, were you created for this?
O Child of Heaven, how your Parent weeps.
Why search for love in every other corner,
When love is found in heart of God for you.
How came you to long for so many embraces?
Were you abused? Rejected? Hurt?
Can you find no peace in your own company?
Or mine?
What drives you to such distraction?
Who provides for your understanding?
Who listens to your questions and your tales?
Do you have dreams beyond the presentation
of your body for the sake of others?
What more is there of you?
(Bernice – Acts 25:13, 23; 26:30)
© 2017, A.Koh-Butler
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