Knowledge of the heart

Knowledge of the heart                                                                     
 
There are deeper truths, I gather,
than the grace of Your hands,
 
the light in Your eyes; more to grasp
than Your gown’s hem;
 
actions to be taken, vows to uphold 
beyond mere devotion and remembrance . . .
         
but, whenever the conversation at the table
gets too heavy, You give a wink
 
and we leave the others,
taking our wine cups into the garden
 
to view the stars, enjoy the night air,
perhaps, share a poem or two.
 
There’s work to be done but, Lord,
let’s save it for another lifetime.
 
While I have You here, (if it be Your pleasure),
let me hold You and hold You and hold You,
 
until this weary world and my form within it
fades into dust and nothingness.
 
O child of God, you’ve grown dangerously fond of His wine
and that delicious prasad called knowledge of the heart.