Until there is

Until there is                                                                                                    
 
Forgive me if I sometimes refer to You as ‘Lord of my heart’.
We both know that is only wishful thinking.
 
How to get You down into its buried depths? 
If I remember You, You are in my head – a mere thought.
 
Say Your name – You are a maddening taste upon my tongue.
Breathe in Your fragrance, You enter my lungs – and out again.
 
If I partake of Your bread and wine
You become my flesh surrounding
 
and blood flowing through the heart’s aching hollowness.
O Lord!  Wield the key You possess to my (treasure) chest.
 
Swing wide the door of my bone-ribbed cage. 
Assume the throne within and rule, Lord of Love,
 
until my heart is separate no longer
from You and Yours, nor from any other.
 
O child of God, there is no how with destiny and grace.
There is only isn’t until there is.