My Miracle
by kent schofield
Anxious feeling, short of breath.
Full of excitment, scared to death.
Like the first day of school or last of camp,
I feel like Evil Kenevil with no landing ramp.
It's like reciting a speech up on a stage,
trying to proceed but you can't turn the page.
Feel like a kid caught steeling, or a mouse in the light.
My heart is exploding while my chest feels so tight.
Have I won the lottery? Have I won a race?
No, I've been blessed a miracle of God's amazing grace!
My miracle is mindful, tender, supportive & strong,
as uplifting & inspiring as an angelic song.
My miracle is sweet & caring, loving & true.
My miracle is beautiful and sexy. Honey, my miracle is you!
I thank God daily for blessing me so,
I am the luckiest man I'll ever know!
Poetry
Gay Love ADVICE
