Benediction
© 2001
Had you told me then,
That you doubted my heart’s affection,
I would have poured out the contents
Of that very heart.
I would have told you,
My Love, that you were more
Goddess Than woman to me;
That my heart lie beating in Sacrifice
Upon the altar of your Temple.
I would have told you that i Worship
Your beauty with the ardor of
A disciple.
That I knelt not before you
Peering up at you upon a
Pedestal;
But that I was humbled by the
Equanimity of your gaze.
I held you not above reproach
Nor held you high in Perfect
Esteem.
For you laid your failings bare.
Your shortcomings did you
Present naked before my eyes.
And in those Imperfections
I have found Perfection.
In your words of Devotion
I have found Absolution.
In your eyes mercurial,
Ever changing as the seasons,
I have found a constant foundation
In your Temperament, volatile,
Ever swaying as the weather,
I have found an anchor.
So I worship you:
Empress, Goddess of my Domain,
But not at your feet.
I worship at the door of your soul,
Praying each time I knock,
That this door will open.
I make confessions to you
In the confessional of our
Hallowed Love.
You are my Sacred Grace,
My Sweet Benediction.