Lord, why is it that
when one drinks fully, deeply of Thee
other pleasures and thrills suddenly seem so weakly,
so unappealing,
Might it not have been better so unsatisfying?
never to have taken a draught
and go on being satisfied, even with a lower level of happiness,
and not even know there could be anything better?
"Is it better never to have loved
And not know the bittersweet pain of parting?
Don't even glance at the "lower levels".
With your eye-heart plastered on ME,
Won't your heart be bursting with so much "happy"
That nothing else will really matter?
I CAN give that kind of 'happy', you know."
