Divine You

I gave you my heart. Encased in amber glass of my sins. I opened my world Painted pictures of white picket fence Little pitter patter of…

I waited
Had given my soul over to you. 
Packaged in it’s best funeral day suit.

I gave you my heart. 
Encased in amber glass of my sins. 
I opened my world
Painted pictures of white picket fence
Little pitter patter of children’s’ toes

I knew you before I had been molded from dust
Carved into flesh.
I knew you as song on lips of angels.
I knew you as the trickling of golden honey. 
Felt you pulled from side
Sculpted as if from marble.

You, quiet soul
Shy not away
Let me sing once again
That divine praise

You
Ever elusive
Meaning

Do I humbly offer
The feeble sculptings’
Of this wretched transient Soul.
The only gift I possess these
My paltry Words.