Your Lord said He loved Me – Jenna Obeid Mackenroth

September 16, 2026

Figures! Now I know / Why I had such good fortune, / How I got the boy, / How I got my way after / All my years of struggling, all those / Stones and other spherical / Burdens I pushed up hills. / My luck is up! / My sweat’s profuse, it’s what I watered my dreams / With. Sweat and a healthy dose of / Loving, that’s what I did. My crops, / They come in hot and happy like / My daughters. Everything’s growing good, / This year’s a happy / One and, you know what, it’s / About time. I’ve had / A hankering for / A good year since the last one / Came and went, just like a stray. / I know real love when I see it, / I know it’s on my side like / A thorn, and I am not afraid. I / Am dazzling the nobodies at the gas / Station with my wins and all my / Whims, and my lover’s beautiful / And my lover’s a little cross-eyed, and that’s okay. / My life is just the same / So they both go about in an up-close kind / Of way. / Your Lord said He loved Me / And I know it’s true ‘cause / I can see him in the gap between / My lover’s two front teeth. / I hear the wind there whistling / All the time, and it’s only silent when I kiss him, / Only silent when I cry. Your Lord, / He loves Me like the barren pines, / He loves Me like your water turned to wine and / All I do is spread the good, good word. / The good word spreads like / Fire, / Legs, / Jam, / Disease, and I have a way of / Talking up and down about it, that’s / Why your Lord lets me ramble while you / Drink your faith, like Rumi said. / Come on, are you even / Listening? / Nevermind, / Man, you are totally / Shwasted!