visioning still

Knotted around the fingertip of God
Somewhere between
Lover and Beloved
My head on your chest
Our entangled bodies become a prayer
As a needle threaded with moonlight
Stitches you throughout me
When you softly say my name

visioning

cloaked in God’s Love
we, you and i,
were sent to walk
hand and hand
through the namib desert
to gaze at the stars
until we, you and i,
could remember
to only see with our spirits
and hear with our hearts

Things said

let the birds in the trees
and the grass blades bowing
beneath my bended knees
witness the prayers
i send up for you