Category: Communion

Desire: To Want You More . . .

Do you know what it is like to want someone
More than anyone else in the whole world?

Your ways and the ray of your face
Fills the horizon of my day . . .
And there is something in the stillness
Of the night that pulls me tight to you,
And there seems to be all too few
Of these moments with you, too!

Do you know what it is like to want someone
More than anyone else in the whole world?

I look deep into your emerald eyes
And I spy eternity in fraternity with you,
And how else could it be for you and me?
And you look in my eyes and spy longing,
Deep longing to belong only to you, too,
And you knew it would be this way, true?

Do you know what it is like to want someone
More than anyone else in the whole world?

I would have frozen had I not been chosen
By you in love above all love . . .
When I was so sick, you picked me up
And carried me home, your home, my home
And I could now write a tome about you,
Beloved, ever hovering over and covering me

Ah! Yes, of course you know, and know that I know
What it is to want someone as much as I want you . . .

Note: Originally published in January of this year, now republished due to some renewed interest as well as for the reading pleasure of new (and old) followers. Blessings to one and all!

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Mystery of the Beloved

Undomesticated, wild and mysterious you are, my Beloved;
Unsophisticated yet wisdom incarnate, my brightest star;
Your eyes open to unfathomable depths and yet not bizarre
As they carry kindness and understanding, comprehending
Every detail of my life along this trail in the tale that is told,
And you are so very bold but gentle, warm and never cold;
And do you not remold me and make me new every morn?
Ah! I am born again and again and only begin now to know
That this is not mere show but truth unfolding like a flower
As with you all is possible and the impossible simply is not,
And you have bought my very soul with your spilling love
From above, saturating me in fine crimson wine of heaven,
And for all of this I love you with an undying love, Beloved!

Note: First published in March of this year, now republished for the enjoyment of new reader-followers (as well old). Blessings to one and all!

Expressions of Love

O my Beloved! I will love you forever and ever more every day
Along the way of the life you have given me in you and for you
As yours throughout the hours of light and each ‘n every night
With no fright or evil thought of flight, but to behold your sight
In the moments of time and eternity, for you love me with love
In everlasting, passionate compassion, understanding and care,
At once like mother with child so mild and, also, like the lover,
Who hovers and covers me with deep and rich, sweet affection
Without any affectation, deflection or defection, dear Beloved;
So, too, I run to you and find the sun cannot outshine your love
From above, but dims by comparison, and so the moon so soon
To rise is but only your prize to give me as I live by you, in you
. . .
O my Beloved! I will love you forever and ever more every day
Along the way of the life you have given me in you and for you

Always in Your Love

As the stars shine brightly in the night sky,
So you shine in my heart and every part
Of my being, seeing me as I am in your love,
My heavenly Dove, spreading your wings
Around me to enfold me, bringing your joy,
Singing your sweet songs so melodically,
Rhythmically in tune with my very being
So that I am left kneeling in your presence
With the essence of all that I am and will be
In a perfect love from above earth and sky
That raises me high above into the heavens,
As the stars shine brightly in the night sky,
And you shine in my heart and every part
Of my being, seeing me as I am in your love
In your love – always in your love, my Dove

And Heaven Weeps

Let compassion reign o’er malice as we drink from the chalice
Of love and peace from above, even in the face of vile rancor,
And may we stay the course set before us even when reviled,
And let us weep in keep with the tears of heaven for the child
Once meek and mild, now gone wild, where faith once lived
But now only ruins remain to mark the place of dead belief,
And may we pray for the day that hope is revived in his soul,
But above all, let us carry on in cadence with the song of truth
Under the banner of compassion every day along life’s way. . .
Though heaven may weep in keep with all the strain and pain
Of her pilgrim children marching onward through this world
To gain the Promise of the Ages from the torn pages of history

Everywhere You Enfold Me

In the cerulean sky so high I see you smile at me;
In the mountain brook I look and see your eyes,
And listening to the glistening water
Your soft laughter is so near to hear,
And I lay down in green fields and feel your heart,
And your art is apparent in the wilder woodlands
With bands of trees forming seas of your passion,
So that everywhere I go I see and hear you truly;
Even the birds sing your song long into the night
When the moon calmly reflects your bright light;
And you enwrap me and trap my soul with love
From above and enfold me wholly
So I solely belong to you ever true
As in the cerulean skies so high I see you smile. . .

Reading the Beloved

With fiery eyes you read the diary of his heart,
And you hungrily devour each line part by part
As you desire to know him perfectly
Just as he knows you so very wholly,
So, too, you scrutinize each letter
To better understand the Beloved,
Even while some mock you
While others stand in shock,
But you dismiss blame and shame cast upon you
And remain true to your task as you bask in love

His soul is an opened book
And so you anxiously look
You read every line
Gaze upon each sign

You burn to learn your Beloved and discern his ways
As days pass into nights that give way to bright light
In sight of the one to whom you have joined yourself
In the union of such sweet communion forevermore

In the Dance of the Divine

In this helter-skelter life you have given me shelter,
Though my home is always with you, this is so true;
And I have no bank full of money, yet I am thankful
And though I could be so strangled by despondency
As to paralyze me, I realize that troubles of any size
Are never too great for you, but you offer me a prize
In your arms, safe from all harms,
And my head rests on your chest;
So I may not know the future, but I know you, Love,
And this is enough from above life’s sick cacophony;
There’s no agony constantly, monstrously haunting
Nor any dæmons taunting me as I sit by your Tree,
Where I am completely free and my spirit at liberty;
And how can I portray the intimacy we share,
Or is that something I even ought to lay bare?
It is no duty for me to bow to your beauty,
But pleasure alone, like long lost treasure!
I am yours and you are mine; our dance is divine!

Note: First published in December 2016, now being republished for the enjoyment (and inspiration?) of new reader-followers. Blessings to one and all!

Saved by Love for Love

You found me in the wilderness of loneliness, crippled and starving,
Carving out some place for my own burial, adversarial to my own life,
And there you came without any blame and simply lifted me up . . .
And I then found myself around your shoulders strong as boulders
Being carried across the wasteland by your mighty, strong hands . . .
Suddenly I found myself lying in cool, lush green grass
Thru which an attractive, crystal-clear stream did pass;
And there you were with the cure in hand
To bind wounds and put my mind at ease;
And I looked into your emerald eyes as if for the first time spying love;
You smiled a mile wide and laughed as you gently stroked my head
As I laid in my prairie bed, and you said that I had nothing to fear,
That you would hold me dear, and always be near enough to hear
My cries, and you did not lie, for you have been ever close, never far;
And now I dance in the romance we share forever, without any end!

Note: First published in December 2016 as a poetic-spiritual testimonial