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| Photo by Paul Snatchko |
Take me by the hand, Lord:
open my eyes to your glory,
the beauty of all that’s simple…
Beguile me, soft curves,
with the touch of your paper-thin skin,
pillowed upon a bed of green;
an elegant puff of purest charm,
pinched ’round the edge,
gathered to points both chaste and coy…
And hidden within, an intruder:
come to suckle your essence,
seductive, sweet and sacred…
Would that I could be that bee,
deep within those supple folds,
feeding on the nectar of your grace!
Take me by the hand, Lord:
open my eyes to your glory,
the beauty of all that’s simple…
Amen.
