What was God thinking
in the moment of our love?
Was it a thought to be kind?
Or kind to have a thought?
My chaotic souls seeks your light,
as my ten finger clasp the cup of blessing.
Before I raise my cup
in the merciful rose garden.
Will you tell me, Lord?
I feel torn from you
then I feel the rose
embro budding within me.
The sound of singing has come
and I feel diminished
as impure thoughts
clinging to the night
are exposed
As the sound of the turtle dove
calls forth my humility
I set my resolve.
I will obey,
then seek to understand
the concealed secrets of
sons and prophets in memory.
Before the light of your face
unites cloud and rainbow
I will teach this budding rose
to unite in persistence and humility
to be kind,
with focus and compassion.
Under clear skies
the voice of children,
my two cherubs
like pendants of gold
will bind with golden thread
our reunited soul.
- opus125
