Golden Love

By DeeDee Garcia Blase

God I’m admitting I’m drunk with your love…
No mortal man can give me your hug
This golden fountain you give me
Will never climb the love mountain
The love you bring me is an everlasting fountain
Its spiritual and I finally see
Nobody will ever replace you
No matter the degree

Know that your love is everlasting no matter the broken promises given to me
Despite what I couldn’t foresee
Your love sustains me in every way with the help of Jimi and Beam
Take me to Kentucky — suspended in this Spiritual in-between

My God, How I Love thee
I’m sorry for past sins that I bring
I’ll forever submit this brokenness that I give
I’m really happy — not blue
And what I lay at your feet
Will be set in concrete
The doves that you send me
Mends what many say can never sing

I don’t have a care in this world
The love I live for because it’s something I’ll swim towards
His memory is long and in the past
This golden love you’ve given to me will never surpass and wait the ultimate class act

I’m a gypsy traveling from the north to the east
I’m comforted the friends you’ve entrusted me
Set my paths straight in this long lonely walk
May my prayers be incense every Cigar under the stars
Know I’m forever grateful
The Love and Mercy you constantly bring me will make me accessible

Real writing.  Not rushed like I often feel like I must do.

Written from the heart of Arizona:

SB 1070 Poem

When, Lord, will they learn we are not immigrants, but natives, too, to this land?
Still believing in being the Beacon for others who come from far away places like Japan.

Don’t they know we didn’t come from the Mayflower Boat?
Yet, here they are advocating alligators in moats.

These words rise up from the depths of my soul.
Suppression is no longer an option when heartbreak must be told.

As bigotry rears its ugly head again,
How do we hold on to love to the end?

The evil and darkness they bring,
Can be a suffocating blanket to those who see clear.

I’m weary of shining a light.
I lay my tears at your doorstep,
Dedicating to those who don’t know how to fight.

Forgive those who thought a mortal man can be their Savior,
We know the ultimate love comes from You — the Creator.

What do we do when their hearts have been hardened?
We don’t want to be like them,
Give us a supernatural wanting for them to be pardoned.

They try their hardest to wipe clean our history,
Despite what happened before the Guadalupe Treaty.

They push unjust laws,
As they seek racist applause.

I know they want us to feel inferior,
But our will and our hearts are hungrier.

We seek remedy quickly said with ail in our hearts,
We’ve been cursed with compassion and we don’t want to see that depart.

Help us, Oh Lord, and deliver them soon.
Else bottle my sorrow like a silk-woven cocoon.