To be human
Is to love – and lose.
Then my response
I need to choose.
To be human
Is to hurt – and cry.
Perhaps anger will
My hurt belie.
And then my anger
Might energy give
To right the wrong,
To help me live.
To be human
Is to have deep needs.
I might deny them,
But they’re the seeds …
To bring salvation
If I’ll confess
How needy I am –
That my heart is a mess.
But if my love
Is real and true
Will it be spurned?
I don’t have a clue.
And if my “love”
Has selfish roots,
I’m back to square one –
Truer love to pursue.
But I’m always learning,
Ever learning.
And for God’s truth —
Forever yearning.
clarakatalin 
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