My love for you is no graven images
Look within the depth of my being!
Tell me what you see!
Should I be concerned of your findings?
Have you noticed within statues of
Clay, steel, or wood?
Have you by chance fallen upon
Images of such nature?
Or even enframed pictures of beings,
Ideas believed at one point to
Have been alive or ideal?
Have you then stumbled into a room
Where the one enthroned in majesty
Is not your own but another,
A vagabond or imposter?
Search me, O search me
Again and again…. search me for
My love for you is no graven images
Written in 2000s
MBM-Tine Brice
Martine Brice 