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MANHOOD
I am a foundling.
My Beloved has raised me
From a child to a man.
Now, the mysteries
Of manhood lie before me.
He has crafted the Light
In which my days run,
Sunrise and sunset,
Until my end,
Magnificent the web of meaning
He has spun to tell our story.
As gifts to Him,
Rushing in rivers of significance
Down to the Ocean of His Love,
Sweet our journeying dreams,
Down days of measured moons
and suns
And poetry of gilded light
Cut in thickness like cake
And sculpted into Creation
By His loving, sensitive Hand.
To His Castle Sublime,
His Round Table,
And I may live
What most know only in legends.
And I am glad I responded,
For He once planted a resilient seed
In the soil of my heart,
Which will not be satisfied till it has
blossomed
And earned a place in Love's
Garden.
time and again
To the cities of vacant dreaming,
My heart knows a sadness there
It cannot quench.
City of Love,
May I never leave you!
Heart, may I always be
Cupbearer to the Beloved,
Whose Chalice, sacred, concealed,
Pours forth Love upon all.
City of Love,
In your precincts
May I serve my rounds,
Until He calls
For the Drink that unites us.
