Communion Now: (I-Thou) Poem by DM W

I will not burden you with the weight of my love,
Nor judge you harshly for your all too human faults.
I prefer to embrace the fragrant flowers of forgiveness,
Rather than draw from the darker realms that often consume us.

I know your eyes do not glimpse the same stars as mine,
But I know we breathe the same air and feel the same rain.
I know that life's blood red roses will wither,
And I know that desire is inevitably fleeting.
But I do not care about such meagre matters.
For I shall build a home for you in my heart and soul;
Not for some complicated ploy devised in private;
Not out of pity or some pious sense of duty;
Not out of some petty, puerile need for conquest;
But for an older, wiser sense of communion
That lies dormant within us, like a bible truth.

In this age of disposable pleasures;
Amidst its instant access to animal ecstasies,
I seek a more profound, pellucid angelhood;
That exudes the warmth of grace;
That is secure in itself; that recognizes
The primal need to be acknowledged.
I shudder at these self absorbed times.
Yet you confirm the sunlight deep within me
And for that reason I am truly grateful.