My Jesus

Dear Jesus,
sure, I feel breathlessness here,
they cannot realize the innocence of a child
so they neglect me,
they lick the feet of commissions and profits
crooked hearts win here
they suck the blood of the innocents
and make the seats more luxurious,
I thirst you dear Jesus
my spirit is longing
being united with you,
mild feathers of death will embrace me
or would you come back here dear?
I infuse my soul into you dear,
now, I can here the hymn of streams
a star mirrors in a quiet pool of water nearby
like a radiant dew fringing the petals of jasmine
and I feel the aroma comes
from the bosom of jasmine
hugs my soul dear.


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The holy scriptures say that Jesus shall return but when? One must believe in it.