Did this smile; these whispers give measure to the love of your grace?

Has it but touched sincere your heart and found forever its place?

Wherefore may I forever be thy lover till the end of this our mortal time.

Hold me still this fragile thought and kiss me soft in this world so unkind.

Therefore come quick and be by my side; taste of my love, my joy, my pride.

I am the want of your need and our time grows ever short on life’s gentle sea.

It is in this the coming of our days in which we shall gather beneath the growing shade.

It is in this that we will have want of nothing more, for I hear the steps of footman outside the door.

So as it is to this sky of wonder which by His redemption calls forth our spirits by name.

We shall acquiesce; we shall surrender, we will strive onto higher ground less bitters shame.

So whereunto this mountain and unto the fallacies which once called we.

Our souls in jubilation shall rise beyond the raging storm to rest on ease of shining seas

J. Allen Wilson © 2007