Longing

At first glance

Her soul was moved

But she saw his eyes pained 

Sorrowful longing seeps

Out of cracks in the walls

and his marriage to Christ crumbles 

In lust and sin 

His hands grip the chair 

Her coat is taken off

And their gazes stay

This is not The Thorn Birds

Or is it?

Love is powerful 

Love is longing

And together

They could be 

Free

From oppressed feelings 

But they love God the Father

So the longing

Will linger

But from afar

She'll pray in dresses

And love him on the altar

Reviews

[Adam Adams]

Very well - sweet, somber and encapsulating. Nicely put.

Love's some freedom itself that carries two bodies, one soul to the shores of peace and delights keeping one's essence so warmed & secured under the chandelier of lust & sin. Delighted to read your work. Looking forward to reading your poetry.