Eden Hope

Meek Mister Mayfield, a master of charity 
verity, valor and selfless sincerity 
He’s an amalgam, composed of whatever he
chooses to be, not his own true identity.

Once met a Gentleman under an olive tree,
stated, “I’ve waited for you, to draw near to me!
Haven’t you fingerprints? Take off your mask.
My friend, blending in is a frivolous task.”

But yet Mister Mayfield replied unafraid
with a heart that was stolen
and crusted with jade
”I am who I am,
and that’s all whom I’ll be.
I live blending in
and I love being me.“ 

Meek Mister Mayfield, gives gracefully, tastefully
passing out pieces of borrowed anatomy.
Arms of an artist, an ankle, an eye;
feet of ruler, and nails from a Guy

whom he met at the park on a bench, after dark
with a wrench and a smile He said, “Stay a while,
I fix broken things, I make everything new
I can mend your identity crisis, it’s True!”

But yet Mister Mayfield,
replied fearing harm
with the tongue made of patchwork
with clippings of yarn
”I am who I am,
and that’s all whom I’ll be.
I live blending in
and I love being me.”

Meek Mister Mayfield, the “strong silent type”
but he tells all his friends that he’s “rowdy” at night,
He’s contradictory; caustic, yet calm
with deep wounds on his arms, but a psalm on each palm
that he learned from a Man whom he met on the street.
He embraced Mister Mayfield beginning to speak:

”I’m a Carpenter, friend,
I can fix broken things, 
I’m an expert with nails, 
but I mend broken wings.
My work never weathers
through torrent or breeze,
I’ll show you who you truly are,
if you please…”
 
But yet Mister Mayfield,
replied rather sore,
with a heart pounding fast
in his insecure core:
“I am who I am,
and that’s all whom I’ll be.
I live blending in
and I love being me.”

“NO!”

The Man spoke with strength
as He said “You are mine,
I am yours, we are one
never two, never nine.
I love you, I need you
I knit you together
You’re chosen! 
You’re woven!
Our love cannot sever!
I know who you are, 
You were made to be more.
I created you special and counted each pore.
I know every heartbeat, and tally each hair
I formed you and warmed you with uttermost care.
I AM the I AM, and that’s all I will be.
In Christ you will find your true identity.
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Edward L. H. II  7.15.2011