Your kiss blown across space.
Something so ethereal bearing such fire.
You tease me with this poetry: Words,
You say, are for those with distance between them.
In one great moment, the wall fell.
Too soon, I began building it back, stone by stone.
Love, love, love. Did
Your hands ever tire
of making
that gesture?
When so few understood Your divine vocabulary.
Love, You answer, is the only word worth repeating.
Now that My hands are still, My mouth will open.
Will it shape, o Lord, God’s original Word?
Or merely form for Your lovers the ultimate cosmic kiss?
O child of God, the Beloved cherishes one thing above His
lovers –
the snakes and ladders of His Divine Game.
(from The Garden of Surrender, 2004)
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