Tuesday, September 25, 2012
by Jenne Giles
She and I breathe the same mountain air
There is the garden of our love beneath the Heaven’s core.
Oh! Ravenous Sun. Don’t you dare to gulp, the flowers
of our love and say that they’re not your victuals but
the victuals of time. I pray, go, Sun, go to where my
beloved is. Greet her with your smile and whisper in
her ears the rhapsodies of my love. Embrace her soul
and come soon to embrace me. I’ll feel her balmy touch
through you and see her reflection on the moon. Enough
are these sentiments for those who love – I can live by
them alone. That she and I breathe the same mountain air
and that the God we worship is one. The God of love.