Thursday, February 10, 2011

ordained ministers are allowed to write sappy love poems, too

Your love for me
and my love for you
awakened me
early this morning,
before the alarm.

My mind quickened
by the wonder
of marriage.

To conform my legs
to your spirit,
my foot to your calf,
my hip close to yours,
is to finish the day
by prevenient grace.

My joy is
your soft warmth
and resting breath.
Who can sleep?

Arouse hope
with tenderness.
See beyond the mourning night;
it is morning
awakened only by mercy
and beauty
in the aftermath
of the blizzard.

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