Born To Breathe Love
Life is meant to become like a favorite brew;
we’re to drink from its cup; till its gone;
whatever be its taste; this life’s made for you;
you’re required to drink; and move on.
No one is permitted to toss life aside;
we selected its fruit from the vine;
we can’t escape trials; others tried;
this, required; to make fine wine.
We all are individual seeds from life’s fruit;
no two seeds are exactly the same;
growing in the garden from a living root;
yet, still bearing our Master’s name.
Our very being, holds the scent of a rose;
on its stem; there exists a thorn;
within us, an abundance of love to dispose;
our purpose; when we were born.
We are the bee; flitting flower to flower;
the nector of love; to dispense;
for the entire lifetime; hour upon hour;
our purpose is recompense.
We’d joined the rebellion in Eden’s garden;
destined to become what we’re to be.
Faith and love were required for a pardon;
sculptors creating our destiny.
We think that love is is a gift we’re given;
expecting to receive it; not give;
faith and love are why we’re forgiven;
we all must breathe love, to live.
Monty 6/27/23. # 1,644