A Prayer Divine - or - A Lover's Song

Whose words are these

That fall on my ears

Like a gentle breeze

In that soft, fresh breath

I can feel you.

With all engrossing arms

You approach me and in ecstasy

My hands feel your intangible touch

In that state of eternal bliss

I can feel you.

Who defies all the boundaries

Of dreams and reality

And appears wherever I see

In that state of utterlessness

I can feel you.

Whose miracles are these

That are no more miracles

For these are little wonders of faith.

In that immortal faith

I can feel you.

Whose soft feet I can feel

In the garden of my soul

That beautify it with their soft pondering

In those moments of delight

I can feel you.

In grief and pain

When I retreat to your lap

I can feel the mother in you.

In wonder and joy

     When I look at the innocence in your eyes

I love the child in you.

I wear you around my neck

In those beads of your presence.

I wear you in my soul

For you are the oneness of my soul.

I wear you in my faith

For you are the faith of my faiths

and the beauty of my wisdom.

I wear you

For you are the quintessence of my essence.

In how many adjectives should I bind you

For there is something uncommon for you

      In these most common words I extend to you

      And nothing else should I say, except, "I love you."