On this morn, aurora silently bleached the canvass,
Like any morn, the choirs of first light mustered,
The miracle so plain that but a few tender souls,
Eyes water as they revere the sacrament of dawn.
On this ordinary day, I stand before the powers,
With my best friend, her eyes are flaming coals.
A tremble on my lip; inwardly, outwardly stirred,
Once a stranger that my furtive glance did trespass,
Now Beloved.
On this day, all of the woes in all of the wide world,
Like any day, where sounds of broken heart howls,
The ache so common, that but a few tender souls,
In pangs of empathy engage the sacrament of pain.
On this ordinary day, I stand in the wind of the Spirit,
With my dearest, her soul – burns like embered coals,
And shoulders the weight, teeth set, cheek to jowl,
Once afar her country, now holding flag unfurled,
This Kingdom.
On our wedding, all of the joys in all of the heavens,
Like any day where beings lost in beatific visions,
The ecstasy so rare, that but a few chosen seraphs,
Crystal wings hover and cover both face and feet,
Aflame in love’s adoration of the most beautiful lover.
Etched in my soul this sacral time, like photographs,
Recall the communion poets and seers envision,
A gift to this world, the ingredient that leavens,
The whole.
You are flesh and yet luminous,
Your kiss, a transport numinous,
You are such evidence of grace,
Your eyes, your smile, your face,
My cup, my bread.
My blood, my body,
I offer.
In our life, all the mundane curses and graces,
Can but enweave into the fabric of our days,
The ordinary so plain, that every breathing soul,
At risk of blending their covenants with contempt.
Deny and decry this travesty of our love and vows.
The purest diamonds are forged from common coal,
Sweet that passion flows through the common ways,
We speak love, love, love, in all our common places.
My beloved,
My love.
