The Vigil

I accompany the one I love. 

Those who should best grasp 

His meaning, do not. 

Instead, they claim I am possessed. 

I gaze heavenward, as He bathes me in pure light. 

Radiant, the Way rises. 

Healing with a sweet touch, 

He draws me forth as living water.

I am struck by tenderness; 

a delightful tingling marks the place. 

He so loves the children; 

each one as His own and only. 

He tells me that He learned this at home.

He bears noble dignity, 

granted neither by title nor blood. 

His powerful spirit of timeless royalty 

calms the waves and shimmers the air. 

His gaze enters to observe me within. 

He sees all of me and knows 

me better than I, myself. 

Warm is the smile, deep the voice which 

thrills me; the circle and sway of every gesture;

gentle and strong, is grace in motion.

My name He whispers and so much more. 

Kissing me, He shares every secret upon my lips. 

Often He laughs, but only I see His tears fall. 

I alone know what He is 

willing to endure for love.

He is taken. 

I would die before abandoning, 

but lack the strength to rescue Him alone.

Sleepless in the dark, I seek my Beloved. 

Heart reeling, I urge my spirit forth in search, 

yet cannot see where He is. 

Well do I know that love transcends death, 

but what of the flesh I also love?

At the tomb before sunrise, I feel Him near. 

In my grief, I am blinded by tears 

and briefly fail to recognize. 

Then He speaks my name like music. 

I run to Him, hold fiercely and will not let go. 

I am determined to bring Him home. 

Together, we greet the dawn and I see only Him.