I once knew a person, or more
Who came to God, gave Him a lot of energy
Pursued the subject til becoming an expert, and then
Got bored, and moved on to the next, nifty, hobby.
The issue with the concept of getting bored with God
Lies in the assumption a person could ‘master’ the subject
Without focusing on encountering the Master.
Once a person truly fell in love with Jesus,
How sad it would be if they left.
For if He can’t satisfy, the Source of all life and love
Nothing ever will.
With rolling hilltops in view,
butterflies and ladybugs, and friendly, inquiring honeybees too.
The weather has scents in the balmy breeze,
For wildflowers wink and spice,
Stands of tulips, fragrant roses, bring color-walls
For the houses of bunnies and mice.
Ponies, grown horses come to visit,
Me with a closet of twirly dresses,
I’m a child waiting for children,
Dance wearing daisy-chain tresses.
For we know our most special guest is coming,
For whom our hearts delight and cheer,
We laugh at the joke for of course,
Our GOD IS ALREADY HERE