Let him kiss me with the kiss of his mouth, he whom I must love but for himself, for whom I leave the north, east, west, and south to seek him ever more within myself. Let the world have all itself—it is enough for me, this chapel floor to kneel upon. Such is the ground of ecstasy, of love, of nights of joy too soon dispelled by dawn. For there the barren stones with orchards bloom, and pomegranates from a wooden cross pile up in all the corners of the room, with flowers from a springtime beyond loss. This watchman body sees him not, but I can see; my soul finds him whom my heart loves. Only a flash, a moment, a heart’s cry, then he is gone who filled these pleasant groves. So I will seek him still, my soul send forth though here I kneel contented and confined. I range a scope beyond mere south and north to seek my love and know that I will find.
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I am so thankful for Karin Simmons connecting me with Rachel Wilhelm and to Rachel for connecting me with you. Your poetry has taken a significant place in my daily devotion. Its elevated aesthetics, theological depth and dimensions of spiritual intimacy are treasures. Your work sustains, nourishes and inspires. Thank you~