Night for My Lover and I Poem, March 2012

A night for my Lover and I –
No agendas, no plans;
It begins with tears of hopelessness;
It ends with tears of joy.
We find a familiar place.
Although it has been so long,
We are totally alone with each other
While being surrounded by many,
But no one can touch this moment;
No one can disturb what will take place;
It is all in my Lover’s hands.
The spot, the moment, the words, the remembrance—
All planned for when I most need it;
All ready for my return to the comfy chair;
All set for another romantic season.
I just have to turn, to inquire, to sit in the moment;
He always starts with memories;
What He has done, Where we have been.
The bondage, the freedom, the honeymoon –
The honeymoon has come up lately;
Those beautiful days in San Diego
The rain, the animals, the beach, the strangers
A sudden romance inflamed as we got lost
And as I found myself for the first time.
We have not dated in so long;
I have refused, live has surmounted
But my Lover was always close;
We never parted; I only forgot.
He woos me back just like before
With tenderness unimaginable
And grace beyond all I could ask.
My calling before me,
No sacrifice is needed;
No Ebenezer needs to be made;
I am reminded of the flower inked into my skin;
The delicate flower that lies within
Only He touches that place,
Only He knows those longings.
I neglect it and wish it were gone
While He nurtures and brings peace
To every tender and frightened part.
We speak of barrenness;
We speak of the many children.
We speak of the hurting;
We speak of the joy.
We speak of everything
Yet sit in silence enjoying the presence.
He reminds me again and again—
“Your Maker is you Husband
The Lord Almighty is His name.”