Love is the seasoning
Over my sobering soul.
It’s the gravy over
steamy buttered biscuits.
Love is an eternal gift
like cold Winter Christmas’
My existence is destined
for His divine purposes.
I am a leafy tree
among marshy meadows,
I’m preserved
as fresh water bellows.
Darkness and evils
May constantly arise.
Jesus remains my hero
against every satanic surprise.
Love will triumphant always
over all Evil powers!
For love is more powerful
As blood is spilt His way.
Love overshadows
both grief and neglect.
It will embrace you
from failure, in the final verdict.
Darrel Venable
May 2021
Divinity Poetry 