By Jonathan Hunter-Kilmer
speaking to You
in front of some
I should not be surprised
at garbage thrown and insults hurled
for what they have surmised
the intimacy that You share
somany willnot see
though You have so many kinds
and even glimpsed in me
for You don't offer
grace to great
or holiness to might
but passion's kiss
and heart in flames
and Your face to our sight
so snuggle I into Your arms
the message that You send
to anyone
or only one
my spirit will expend
if flay my flesh
is what they wish
or spirit's love deny
or faith belittle
though from You
I show
they still decry
forget proceed
accept the lash
as well the tear on Yours
mingle with mine
cheeks meet
nor pine
Your body
mine assures
enflamed I gasp
and step with You
as You uphold Your bride
and show me how to yield
my will
and lose
one cross
my pride