The Wound of Love
so many years ago
and with one short glimpse of your glory
wounded my heart forever.
caught through the mirror
of memories treasured in a book,
of thirty-three years recorded in snapshots –
and now You hide in darkness.
reflected in shadowy visions, indistinct whispers,
Your radiant face still veiled,
Your ravishing eyes still withdrawn
into a cloud of invisibility.
You lifted the veil on indescribable beauty,
You set my insides ablaze.
Now wounded with love You have left me pining,
wounded with longing You draw me, hidden companion along the way;
mortally wounded with yearning, with craving, with churning,
crying in tears for Your presence, Your touch, for Your kiss –
where would I not go to pursue, to follow, to find You,
what would I not suffer, do, endure, take upon me
to be with You, to have You once more, my Desire, my Only Delight?
You will come
so many years hence
and with one everlasting look of Your eyes
heal my heart forever.