Conviction While Departing the Parish

This precious counting of moments,

as bud to bloom to blossom,

grows sweeter with every breath.

I am caught in love out of the corner of my eye.

Stupefied by beauty, the unfolding of our Farther,

I wander prayerfully in the night.

What eyes! To ponder the planets and stars within,

What grace! To sway in the winded momentum of words,

What harmonious aroma! To heal my senseless heart

And by such precious sentiment alone

does happiness sustain past the moment.

Flesh will fade and locks will grey,

but the smile that shines on and binds one to another

will forever satisfy in this restless endeavor of breath.

My heart faces the moon

And from a field of silent surrender

I hunger for that shining harmony,

when I return to you.