one thing I ask
this only
do I seek
to dwell
in his house
his left hand
under my head
as we lie
in our garden
as we recline
on our bed
he transformed
my mourning
to dancing
out of my
mouth
a new song
of the one
whom
my soul loves
my shaking
heart
when
he knocks
upon
my door
the lock
was
never
really there
before
he murmurs
of
the seal
upon
my heart
his words
written
on the tablet
of my scars
many waters
cannot quench
us
but do not
awaken
the fire
until
it is desirous
i lie awake
and
seek him
he whom
my soul loves
i know
i know
we will find
each other
in time
for i
i am my beloved’s
and my beloved
is mine
The Singing Soul 