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MICHAEL MILLER

SONGSOPTOK THE WRITERS BLOG | 7/15/2015 |




SONG OF BETROTHAL

I have sought your place down by the sea
for a heart like mine trothed in unity
I have searched the lands low and high
for Love that would extend unto the sky

I have walked the mountains path and trails
hunting a beloved who never fails
go forth oh daughters of the land
there is only one woman I’ll take in hand

She is fair, my love, and tender of heart
I dream she’s there when the day does start
her words are honey within it’s comb
the only one I will bring to my fathers home

I seek for you now most everywhere
looking for the sun shining in your stare
there beauty lies within flowing robes
an inner light whose bright blaze shows

She’ll think of me as her comely Lord
with my company never will be bored
with many talents is she graced
among the peoples her work is traced

She’s the fruit of the vine unto my smile
will speak sweet truth without any guile
she’ll enfold me with serene embrace
lift her eyes up to seek my face

She’ll reach forth to take hold my hand
and follow my paths throughout the land
our children will all become one nation
The stars of heaven will be our station

sources Song of Solomon Proverbs 31:10-31
Apocalypse 7:1-17 21:9-27




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MAN BELOVED

Oh bright star man beloved
upon your visage mine heart has hovered
examined closely the paths you travel
your soul I desire to unravel

depth upon depth draws forth your design
and within a formidable mind
wherever you turn there is success
the things that your hands caress

carefully constructed a life that’s yours
fathomless love of the forests outdoors
and of painting the perpetual shores
having roamed the Irish moors

appreciation for God whom you imitate
fabrication and artifice do you create
always tendering for something new
Love for nature shows in all you do

My heart within has become entwined
upon table of life you’ve richly dined
all those lives that you pass through
can’t be untouched by what is you

in ancient times deemed for courts of Kings
maidens sing of your deeds with tambourines
danced for you would the ladies fair
for each would deign your table to share

Sometimes I think your a little remiss
that they all want softly your lips to kiss
within your presence they wish to stand
that God has designed a glorious man

Do you know oh man , do you reflect
what is your impact and upon those you effect
and lift our souls when upon us you shine
and show us that God’s gifts divine

Like mountainous meadows richly clothed
and habitation wherein creativity abode
a man who dwells by the motherload
who knows that life is richer than gold

indwelling a man is spiritual fire
the work of his hands shows inner desire
embrace the gifts that Father does give
to show wherein your loves do live

God would gift you even more
because for him your heart did bore
to receive those that he would gift
you must your eyes to Father lift



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FORMATION

Have you seen the man whom my soul loves
does spring boundless like the antelopes afield
whose consummations thus give to herds their yield
like lightly soars in thermals flocks of doves

The strength of pillars in the sinews of his limbs
so skillfully lifts the music of his hands
gathers those who so listen from their stands
and bring pleasures where he whose talents spends

I had searched the mountainous valley’s long ago
to find a soul whose depth as rich as he
so many I had scanned though did not see
the like of him in any people I did know

Thus to my chambers I would him chance
but he would have to leave the fields flocks
exclusive is the devotion behind doors locks
or partake the tables spread in harlots dance

To waltz like winged bird upon the wind
whose unseen direction comes from whence
and depth of feelings that make not sense
didst this emotion upon mine heart descend

Tis now two years I have you letters sent
to give mine thoughts you by song I sing
that you might understand like bird on wing
the nature of the truth in word now lent

From the depths of what is true these words now formed
whose intent to be like rain upon the fields of grass
that might turn attention to so unbeautious of lass
whose God has these feelings within adorned

So has long in word have emptied out her soul
that he might read and see what is her past
so fashion to his reason and understanding cast
thus the secret person within might come to know

Could he not know that every word was given voice
to paint a picture of what is of Love and True
a gift wrapped like music in a tonal hue
that he might clearly see and make a choice

Thus seen like wisps of clouds in boundless sky
whose movements formed by mists and winds
invisible from where all courses begot sends
and by word have fully fashioned what is I

Source : Song of Solomon

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C. Michael Miller]

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