Post by DavidMc on Sept 20, 2006 5:38:31 GMT -6
The Eighth Sacrement.
In the full light of love,
I see something strange and other;
it is the face of God,
reflected In the eyes of my lover.
In her caress, the tenderness
of a Mother.
In the echo of our release,
the tumbling walls of Jericho;
in the ruins of our bed,
I am anointed with her essence.
I kneel sacred in her presence.
In the full light of love,
I see something strange and other;
it is the face of God,
reflected In the eyes of my lover.
In her caress, the tenderness
of a Mother.
In the echo of our release,
the tumbling walls of Jericho;
in the ruins of our bed,
I am anointed with her essence.
I kneel sacred in her presence.
