Beloved, does it
weary Your soul
that Your children -
these mere match strikes
in the dark, a puff
of breath, a hint of
breeze, a falling
snowflake - turn
their backs on You?

Does it weary Your soul?

Does it anchor You
down as it weighs me
down, a full dawning
of the immense and
appearingly unmeasureable
insanity that absorbs
to the ions of this
world?

Does it weary Your soul?

It wearies me but
there is a moment when
Your Spirit breathes
in clarity and an
awaking realization
to the time beofre Creation
when You knew this
possible state of the
world and continued
forward nonetheless
for Your Love of me

Dearest Friend,
We haven't met
yet, know not each
other's name, and
know not the hour
we will meet but
we be on each other's
mind and we keep
coming to our Beloved
asking, when?
But all the while
praying He will send
someone who is like
Him