A Couple of Poems

Mysteries
If I were You
with sighs too deep for words
I’d build a thunder wall
and hide far from
me

“How can it be
you still don’t understand,
refuse to see
or walk too near
Me?”

If I were You
my sighs would bring one less
god bowing at
the altar of
me.

How can it be,
I ask with sighs too deep
for words, You don’t
thunder but call
me?

Perfect
Perfection isn’t always perfect
Beauty shows in crooked lines sometimes
I want to be beautiful
With jagged edges