His Words

He fears them ‘never enough’
But I; prize them more
Than cloud or sky.

Capturing tender love
So well; nothing so lovely
’Ere befell

My heart, captivated,
Bound indeed; a willing submission,
Kissing his feet.

Taken in by my soul,
Like the choicest of food:
Savoring, rich; amply wooed.

Two beings Soon One
At our King’s command;
All Good given, by His own hand.

For now, his words, his love foretell,
Waiting and longing,
’Til the Day we dwell

Together, forever, intimately;
Apart no more,
But united, you see?

Bringing hope and joy,
To this heart of mine;
Abundant, articulate, so divine.

Each one gives warmth,
In this wearisome toil;
A seed, newly planted, in cold, dark soil.

Flourishing, growing,
A harvest to come;
His, entirely, when we are Home.

O beloved! Your lips
Charm in more ways than one;
Succulent, strong - all praise to the Son!

Yet tender and graceful,
They long for my kiss;
Words, unneeded, for perfect bliss.

When our bodies intwine,
Our spirits, the same;
Whispering love, calling only your name.