A Psalm

Like a hidden
Closet or
Garden I run to or a shot of sweet
Rum I turn to,
Your lips are aqua vitae to me;
Your voice a meadow
I take solace in.

Like a coat I put on in the
Cold or like an old, familiar
Hat that I've grown
Used to. So your Words wrap me up
And keep me from the dark,
Deep night.

Your chest is the bed
I lay down into, Your neck
My pillow, your arms my sheets. I
Rest at ease at the pace of your breath.
I awake and breathe in your fragrance,
I delight in Your touch.

Like the salty, green-tea
Sea I bath in, your
Truth, in waves
Caress my skin and cleanse me from
My comfortable lies, and
Dirty deceit.

I am but an empty glass
Without You—a clay pot
Without a plant to see.
Cookies without milk
Or a companion-less sleep.
You are the mirror I look into
and evaluate all that's me.

I am but a humble shadow
Residing behind Your
Reality. Every step I take was
Yours—two seconds before.
And I am valuable
Because you say I am
Worth more to You than
Life itself.

I wish I had something to
Say, or give, or write, or do that
Could relate to you the
Gratitude I feel. The tears of
Jealous, wretched regret to know
That You were not my
First love.

All I can say are words of truths
Already evident to You,
And hope that they come through
Faithfully, gratefully. Because baby,
I am so dead
Apart from You.

Grace, I love you like my
Lungs love air. Grace,
I need you more than my
Tongue needs water. Grace,
Come rapture me from my solitude!
Come and kidnap me in Your
Embrace!

(dedicated to my Love. forever, Amen.)