Homologein

Confess.  Same say. Say the same thing.


Reflecting on the man I would marry someday because I do want to be married.  First draft

to watch the arm
envelop the shoulder,
an unconscious gesture
of love.

The fingers graze,
rest unobtrusively,
inconspicuous,
on a polished wooden pew,
the space charged in static.

The marriage in the church,
of the church.
Christ the man, God,
bridegroom of the bride.
...the Natural Order
in the DNA of Creation/Creator.


To be loved,
unconsciously,
consciously,
a head nestled in a shoulder,
where the moisture of your breath
imprints my forehead.

I would be marked
by the cross of water,
sheathed in Your Word,
fed in a husband's sacrifice.


To be blunt:
To sit with a man,
a husband,
in a pew,
hand in hand,
shoulder to shoulder.
To kneel in respect.
To be kneeled in love.
To be kneeled as one..

I would be the woman
for the man,
complete in his love,
as he would be complete in mine.

A natural order in God's Creation....