Into your temple, my god

Another poem for my beloved:

To ring your high-pitched bell
And hear vibrations resonate
Through your valleys and your hills –
Pure joy we’ll celebrate

I stand upright and ready
Waiting on your call
To bid me to your sanctuary
And worship in those halls

With deepest reverence I abide
In your most sacred place
For not all men can come inside.
You’ve given me this precious grace

So I stay in this your temple
Not worshipping in others
My devotion to you – immovable
Only in your altars do I experience wonders

In other temples I shall find
Soulless offering and libation
Yet in your temples are every kind
Of joyous gift and heartfelt celebration

So I shall worship at your temple
Offering my tears, sweat, and blood
My devotion is childlike and simple
I wish for your joy to flood

I will not seek any other god
You are the one I choose
At your beauty, I’m always awed
You are my only muse


The following is a poem I made for the love of my life:

Give me a minute in love with you
Than a thousand days without
I will relish the precious few
‘Til the life in me gets snuffed out

To dwell with you in solitude
In silence or in tender speech
Erupts the deepest gratitude
From depths no mind can reach

Sands of time trickle continuously
Through the narrow space of an hourglass
Yet in feeling my love for thee
Pressures accumulate and amass

Behold, the glass breaks!
Timelessness ensues
Love so intense that it awakes
Deepest feelings and noblest virtues

Awake, aware, alive
Truly as one is
No desire nor need to contrive
Open as the greatest abyss

In this moment I am with you
In this moment you are with me
This is true
This is eternity