A poem for Throwback Thursday

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Earlier today I saw a tweet from BigMama about how poetry from middle school girls are the great treasures of the universe. While I don’t have any poetry from those days anymore, that tweet led me on a quest through some old hard drives from 8-10 years ago. I basically fell into a wormhole from 2006, filled with pictures and writings from my college days. I’m not sure it did any good because now I regret everything.  We all thought we had it figured out back then, didn’t we? Anyway, in the spirit of throwback Thursday, I thought I’d share a poem from those days of early adulthood angst.

Carry My Yoke

How oft I have longed, for the one who would see
A heart so delicate, dwelling in me.
I chase after my lovers, fallen to my curse.
And no matter my indulgence, I am still slain with thirst.
No love satisfies the depth of this yearning
The vessel is parched, the desert’s heat burning.
Broken by my adultery, exposed in my shame,
Marred by my vanity am I when You call out my name.
“I am gentle, I am humble” were the words that you spoke,
“Seek and you will find Me, let Me carry your yoke.”
What is this selflessness, unabashed by my crime,
Tender and patient, whilst strong and sublime?
Once emptied by hedonism, I gain fullness in You.
A heart scorched by wild wandering is wet with Love’s dew.
“I am gentle, I am humble” were the words that You spoke,
“Seek and you will find Me, let Me carry your yoke.”