Too Long

Written as I lament how much I have written about fleeting beauties and charms of this world in this blog, while there are very few poems written about my husband, the God of God and the King of Kings. Delight in itself is not evil, but perhaps the poverty of my creative work concerning Him shows how little I know Him and love Him indeed.

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Too Long

Too long

my mind has dwelt

in the halls

of

queries

trivial

Too long

my hands have laboured

for the profits

of

aliens

Too long

my feet have run

to gather fruits

for

itinerants

Too long

my eyes have gazed

on the fleeting beauties

of

strangers

When

my heart belongs

to my husband

the

King.