A Prayer to my Lord

As we lay here

Our bodies soft and limp

And muscles aching in sweet

Sweet satisfaction

I marvel at the sky

Between the leaves of overhead trees

As softly moulded as we beneath

So softly moulded

They could almost be one tree

With boughs that spread

As arms

In quiet supplication

In that soft contemplation

Of 

Of 

Of a…

Those trees with boughs in their way

Flung out to beg the day

That all the wonders it beholds

Will last and grow

And live in His shadow

For

For

For He…

My apologies but I must note

The crack upon my ceiling

The perfect smoothness upon hers

Are nothing

Nothing

Nothing

To the sky above my lord and 

I

I

I weep

For I have never known such pleasure

In the giving of pleasure as to see

The visage of my Lord as he

Looked upon me

Truly to see the pleasure writ there 

Is to look upon the glory of the Lord

My Lord

O! Lord…

If this, Lord

Is the true intent of marriage:

To love and to cherish

To take and to hold

In sickness and in health

To death

Ye! Even to death.

I would endure a thousand thousand deaths

If I could but behold the face of my Lord

As they endure one death wrought by this tender flesh

Mine own hands and mouth

Such a sight is worth all earthly consequence

Indeed it is a small price to pay

To see the Lord my heart holds dear

And feel his hand within my everlasting soul

Amen.