If Ever

I doubt
I could ever be mad at you.
God forbid
if ever I do,
I’ll pay myself the fare
of disappointment
and shame
for reaching that destination.

If ever,
a raging passion
swells irrationally within,
a wave of fits
curl the corner of my lips,
a tide rises high
above the dams of self-control,
let it be broken
upon your shores
in the form of a love

If ever,
this tempest,
this cyclonic life of mine
gets the better of me,
just know
your love has already
taken the best of me.

If ever,
you feel obliged to question
whatever I’m feeling,
you may safely
sever the thought
of maleficent intent.

My adoration of you
wields more patience
than tolerance.
So whatever the inquiry
you have levered upon your tongue,
if ever it be:
“Are you mad at me?”
I desire you to know
the answer will ever be


4 thoughts on “If Ever

  1. I’ve asked that question. It’s nice to know that the answer will always be indubitably, never. This poem was read in a time of need, in a time of trouble, in a time of recovery. The last two parts is what I focus on when I need a reminder. Sometimes patience is lost but our heavenly Father is full of it. That, I shouldn’t doubt. Even though I didn’t ask Him this question, He knew and answered me anyway. God is good, patient, forgiving and loving. He brought me through my trial and this poem was used as part of my recovery process. God is Love. Those last two parts, He was talking to me. I don’t know your intention(s) for this poem but for me it means a lot.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s