Desire? How much do you Weigh?

Written by Shayla D. Smith

Fitting so much better,
Saying number Two,
Forget it,
Think I'll take a number,
Family History Time,
While they make due,
This year I found another,
Whenever life overflows,
I look at one of your Works,
Others just trying to make it to the Last supper,
Kings have been long overdue.
I will sup alone.
As Christ has tread the Wine Press alone
I take these steps towards Heaven.
I will sup with You.
Forever thin.
I have to do this.
I have found the Kings Chalice.
"Forgive Me ,but I think I saved you."

"You didn't really save Me.
And ,Oh I never saw you alone.
True I carried this grudge my whole life.
Not to end up alone,
But to be forbidden and disfigured
With ugliness comparing itself to my wounds.
Where is this Christ Child then?
You who compares herself to Mary?

"I thought I told you?  I am not She ,but He the Creator of this poem,

Written by Shayla D Smith

Open Toed Shoes

Fitting, so much better,
Saying number two
Forget it,
I'll take a number,
Family History Time,
Never bothered to find another.
Whenever life overflows,
I take a look at you.
Trying to make it to the last Supper.
Finally, found the Kings Chalice.
Christ has tread the wine press alone.
He has given me to drink alone.
I will sup with you.
Forever thin.
Never to Parish.

Then we are Pigs, who have had hardly any.
Before I wrote about desire and how much of it's weight,
There were open toed shoes.
You think we are especially ugly?
Well, I've got one for you......
So, that no man would desire us.......
If that is what you do?
I have shown you mercy and tonight your Children will fight you.