In Love With The Lord

A Prayer of Desire

Lord, let your scent cling to me like dew on morning prayer. Rushing your name forth from dawn to dusk, being the mortar for bonding my dreams to the Master of invention. I seek you beyond the horizon, where your spirit rises in illuminati and falling constellations: marking the course of yet another day. My weariness pools in torment at the outspreading of your absence. My desire jingles as a suspended ornament weighted with opposition. Take my heart's love in faithfulness from a sole to soul of echoing existence. Spoken, but left unheard, the silent voice of prayer rejoices in spirit to unleash the call of truth and be exposed to come again. A rose is left behind to whisper the beautiful romance and unite my soul with the earth. Love shall keep thy heart's desire in the light, and passion has a need to never die in heaven's dream. I pray that they will dance together inflamed by God's smile.