Communion Now: (I-Thou)

I will not burden you with the weight of my love, Nor judge you harshly for your all too human faults. I prefer to embrace the fragrant flowers of forgiveness, Rather than draw from the darker realms that often consume us. I know your eyes do not glimpse the same stars as mine, But I know we breathe the same air and feel the same rain. I know that life's blood red roses will wither, And I know that desire is inevitably fleeting. But I do not care about such meagre matters. For I shall build a home for you in my heart and soul; Not for some complicated ploy devised in private; Not out of pity or some pious sense of duty; Not out of some petty, puerile need for conquest; But for an older, wiser sense of communion That lies dormant within us, like a bible truth. In this age of disposable pleasures; Amidst its instant access to animal ecstasies, I seek a more profound, pellucid angelhood; That exudes the warmth of grace; That is secure in itself; that recognizes The primal need to be acknowledged. I shudder at these self absorbed times. Yet you confirm the sunlight deep within me And for that reason I am truly grateful.