I feel him, I taste him
In all spaces of body and mind
For we are one in spirit first
And later, incarnate (in flesh).
In the stillness of the night
I can hear his cries, his grumbles
In that most secret space
hidden away from all but our conduit: God.
And I feel his inchoate yearning
Even as I do the same.
The tether is strong and strengthening over time.
For the love is real and mutual
With subtle hints from him and others
So that hope is nurtured
Even if the rose is in bloom now and may not be later.
Or circumstances prevent the union now.
Like Charles, Diana and Camilla
True love finds a way some day, somehow.
For the Lord is my shepherd
And I shall not want. At least not forever.
That which God hath joined, let no man put asunder.
We are already one in spirit, waiting for consummation.
And thus I see him with me joined in bliss.
Eating hot fudge and whipped cream in bed
Atop candied melons and rum cake balls.
(Figuratively of course).
Sleep sweet, beloved. The feast is coming…
marshaenewman 