You lead me home.
Down the poppied lane,
giddy brooks on either side
bringing forth the truth riveting
my blood, bones, & tongue:
Hallelujah! My Beloved, You are here!
No longer a poster,
a crucifix worn around my neck in hopes You’ll be heart close.
Sing, My songbird.
Oh My Beloved, how we laugh & sing without care of what this world might think!
I only know the look in Your eyes makes me weak,
lost through realization You love me
upon my own.
Forgive my inadequacy,
infrequency to speak
my welling vessel heart
You are taking over the river.
Gently dipping each break
in healing waves as mother touch.
You do not let go.
I AM more than enough, kissing my forehead, You whisper again.
You were never a piece of glass
meant to sink below Love’s reach.
You are a mirror crafted by Light,
where all who gaze will see
found washed up on the banks.