Listen to this Poem in Streaming AudioMANHOODI am a foundling. My Beloved has raised me From a child to a man. Now, the mysteries Of manhood lie before me. He has crafted the Light In which my days run, Sunrise and sunset, Until my end, Magnificent the web of meaning He has spun to tell our story. |
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He has crafted our lives As gifts to Him, Rushing in rivers of significance Down to the Ocean of His Love, Sweet our journeying dreams, Down days of measured moons and suns And poetry of gilded light Cut in thickness like cake And sculpted into Creation By His loving, sensitive Hand. |
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I am glad my Master has called me To His Castle Sublime, His Round Table, And I may live What most know only in legends. And I am glad I responded, For He once planted a resilient seed In the soil of my heart, Which will not be satisfied till it has blossomed And earned a place in Love's Garden. |
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So though I may return time and again To the cities of vacant dreaming, My heart knows a sadness there It cannot quench. City of Love, May I never leave you! Heart, may I always be Cupbearer to the Beloved, Whose Chalice, sacred, concealed, Pours forth Love upon all. City of Love, In your precincts May I serve my rounds, Until He calls For the Drink that unites us. |
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