Part 1: Celebration of the Wedding Bed!
I sit this night
glorious night
one a.m.
ponder, turn
look , your bed
my bed
our bed - to be
sheets, pillow
I dream
red
stand by the angels
protecting the dresser
with a glass
red wine
my last night
confess there
in rooms
my heart
holding (past)
in arms
alone no more
your bed
our bed
much more
though.
some may say
a man’s desire
mortal - flesh
but not so
your bed - our bed
a kingdom
my castle, flowing.
to know - that is desire;
it’s center
known
and found.
as we glance, peculiar
in Eden’s crown
naked, trace
the thread of passion
from dust to rib
to other halves
in pain
we live
for love
what greater deed
sacrifice
fight cane’s seed
Abel’s right
the blind escaping
un righteous night
consumed we are
in rooms will be
and are
newly clothed
HE celebrates
sees not past
nor secret place
but Christ and spirit
O’ God of grace
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