By Jonathan Hunter-Kilmer
black robes
such peace
white flows
release
whispers
soft steps
stone walls
forget
rich clothes
pastels
outdoors
sweet smells
ring songs
not hands
praise sounds
no bands
see You
shadow
touch
close
sparrow
fly swift
eaves nest
down drift
love's breast
in cloister stay
soul soar away
to where we live
and You forgive
the world
so few
of us know You
so busy with
what won't let live
I gather souls
in Your heart foals
who fight
discouraged
bite
the mare
the one who put them
where they dare
one stumbling step
then canter starts
and galloping
the newfound arts
a sailboat speeds
gives in to wind
each one must be
the kind of kin
Your family
Your bride I am
as I belong
like toast with jam
that tastes best when
the flavors blend
and turn to one
and spirit send
to mind benumbed
with Your delights
the fingertip
that sets my sight
on You alone
than what You made
the universe
come with You bade
I dwell in space
made by Your grace
deep in Your kindest joy embraced.
