by Jonathan Hunter-Kilmer
I take the veil
(in)visble
You handed me
I bow
my head, my flesh feel lighter
than mortality allow
the bread You made
the wine You pressed
both pull me into You
upward I fly
ecstatic cry
my Love my only view
the veil, the bonnet
habit
scapular
(though some can't see)
I take upon myself
a vow
that is Your gift to me
Your hands took flesh
and pain
and carried wood
accepted nails
and now so wounded bathe me in
the life this love entails
and then entwined with mine Your fingers
lead me that next step
the hermitage
(within, without)
envisioned as I slept
is real
and clothed I am and will be
in humility
obedience
espoused to You
now is eternity
