Prayer

We all want, sometimes we get.

For the love of God 
I lay prostrate and empty 
on your bed of lilies. 
He never came for me, 
but you did. 
In your embrace, 
the love of God became 
the love of you: 
less than full spirit, 
so much more than mere flesh. 

For the love of God 
I bit the fruit and waited 
for His reproach, 
but you came: 
baskets filled with more, 
tempting me, "My love, eat again." 

For the love of God, 
I overran my cup 
and let the water baptize my feet; 
but you wiped me clean with your hair, 
re-filled my cracked, cold chalice 
and let me drink from your lips.

Reviews

[N!LoC]

"he never came to me" ? could you please elaborate on that ... im so curious :-)

[DJuan Thomas]

This poem started with the expression, "for the love of God." I heard someone say it somewhere and it sparked this idea of a sort of existential crisis of faith and a tug-of-war between faith in God and the reality of falling in love with another man. I called for God, but got a man instead. Most of the imagery is biblical.