when I recall how close
Your sacred lips
are to
my listening ears
and I remember that
I have only
to look up
from the swimming depths
to see Your radiant eyes plunging
headlong into my soul
the moments I spend
away from You
in any other contemplation
are fraught with failure
and discontent


Blessed Self
fan the flames
of remembrance
with Your holy
presence
the moon is so full
and white this evening
stroll with me
hand in hand
across the courtyard
as lovers steal a kiss
in the gloaming