I Love You

There is a power that finishes off

Poverty’s earthborn lack.

It brings to level the low places,

Completes each unfinished task,

Fills the gap,

And drives you to the heart of heaven,

But it will not bring you back

To the squalor that it found you in

Or the rumpled paper sack

That you called lunch.

There is a power

That fulfills

And never lets you down.

It drives you to your knees

And it gets you out of town.

It puts your feet on clouds of cotton,

Your bodice in velvet gowns,

And wraps you up

And swaddles you

Until you get enough.

This power brings tears

To mighty men,

Brings smiles to lonely eyes,

Brings a ray of golden hope

To dark and overcast skies,

And if you never, never did

Know this power true,

I hope you know—

Someway, somehow,

How much that I love you.

-jenn long