Litany

My eyes see a new vision,

That I pocess nothing.

And that YOU pocess all I have.

You have restored me and made me whole,

And my heart leaps at the thought.

The tree of longing,

That has grown so long in the dark place.

Is now filled with supreme fruit.

That is harvested in abundance.

And now the bowl at the centre

Of my table,

Is for all to take from,

And be satisfied.

* * *

My glass is filled to its precious brim,

Of the choicest ruby wine,

From YOUR vineyard.

And all who taste it will be rewarded.

It is the vintage of,

Life,

Strength,

Tenderness,

Wisdom

Understanding.

And the heady mix of these precious ingredients.

Will sing forever within my veins.

And mix within our bonded blood.

I am my beloved's

And he is mine.

The silken canopy over our table of delights.

Is wrought and embroided,

Worked exhaustedly with the finest gold.

And in every stitch, painstakingly applied.

Reads and rediscovers it's own sweet litany.

LOVE * LOVE * LOVE *
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