(Just as physical attributes are passed on from one generation to another, so are spiritual. And just like Elisha, I have been blessed with a double portion anointing through my children. As you read this poem written by my son embrace this gift first to me--my double portion-- and now to the world.)
I'll Die
by Darryl D. Walker © 2006
In love with love even though I know with love I’ll die.
I try to find other means for my spirit to be revived.
But yet here I am again with love, my flesh feeling so alive.
But my spirit cries, “Why?”
‘Cause my soul can’t find any real sincerity behind loves eyes.
My flesh tells my spirit and my soul that what they see is a lie.
Feels like love, tastes like love, so it must be right.
Deny myself true intimacy, a bad choice I made,
Because I chose to love love instead of first choosing to love me.
