The poem says, all there is, to say! Rocky

Pruning, pruning, in the fall, in an agricultural town,
they cut back the vines, bushes and trees,
And as I watched, I winced, as they cut and lobbed,
and, I, mostly, wore a frown.
Too, much, I thought, can't they see how lovely the branches are?
Can't they leave a little, more of them?
Why they almost chop them down.!
Then when the prunin was all done, and the structure, you could see,
It was thicker than the year before, and larger than it was,
and the crop had a, better base to grow on,
pruned just right, with care and, with, love.
Now He is pruning me you see, and I still often wear that frown,
'Til the useless stuff is burned and gone, and the blessings,
come pouring down. 
He took the world, and from it, me, released, took a marriage,
and, I gave her all, my things;
then, HE, started doling out for me what He, would have me have, and now,
my joyful heart, sings.
It's not done, yet, but I can feel the sturdiness, there, and the power,
starts to, showin.
Can see without the ties to anything, anyone, or anyplace;
I'm free to be where He wants, me, and my blessings and my things,
keep growin, and growin.
I thought a wife He'd have me have, and of course had reasons,
of my own,
but that's not in the cards right now, as He's,
so aptly shown.
I care too much, for things of Him, and demand too much,
yasee?
Cause when I consider a woman as a mate,  I treat her as I would, me.
And that's not fair, nor will it fly, as they can't go, where I've been called,
And, instead of bein, patient, I'm demanding, and askin for things,
they cannot, give,
and, cannot, be.
So I apologize to all of you, who, thought I might be He, and ask you,
to forgive me, for any slights or, feelings of being pushed to do,
what ya weren't ready, to even, see. 
I meant no malice, and if ya think back to what the issue, was;
well it always had to do with His Word, and His commands.
I never once asked anyone for, what, I wasn't willing to do,
myself, and do it, in joy,
and in love.
And I suffer, these darn attacks from: PTSD, and that adds to the pile,
of doin and sayin stuff, that didn't, and doesn't, cause a smile.
So, please, forgive me, and realize, it had nothing to do with you, but everything
to do with me.
I shouldn't have been askin for somethin, That wasn't, yet, meant, to be.
But, it's all part of the pruning, He knows what I need, and He's doin,
what He will, so that I might be, at His disposal, pruned for more fruit,
and, of my own wants and needs, 
loosed, and set, FREE!. 
He'll show the time, and bring the one, that separates the two;
the me, that does and acts like He wants me to act, and His way, things do,
and the other guy who frets and says things that hurt, til he finds his way thru.
Then, comes to kneel at your feet, and does all he can, to make it up to you.

Til, then, I pray, my heart is healed, and that the symptoms will subside,
but either way, I know one day, I'll have a bride, of His, to be my bride, too,
and for eternity we'll, together, do, whatever it is, that He gives,
to us, and, for us, to do.
  
ROCK-Salt!  09-16-06