My Fragile Heart November 23, 2010
I thought she was you,
but she wasn’t.
I so long to see your face
that in every face I see you.
My beloved, my dearest,
we shall discover each other
at the appointed hour,
on the appointed day.
Know I long for that hour.
I wish to hasten nearer
that joyous,
blessed day.
I must trust in my Lord and Master.
In him, I place my trust.
On him, I do rely.
For he has defeated death.
My heart burns, filled with love for my redeemer.
Love for him who made me
and who made you,
crafting us for each other, outside time.
Spending eternity
and an instant
making us
for each other.
Your faults and failings
to serve as my cross.
My faults and failings
to serve as your cross.
Each of us is tasked
to serve the other
as the principle instrument
of God’s grace.
At this point,
I give my hope of finding you
to the care of him
who made us both.
And also to his mother.
For you see, she knows
of miracles and weddings.
I trust she will prove true.
Then, resolved,
I will heed her words,
said long ago at Cana:
Do whatever he tells you.
And in so heeding
I trust that I shall
tread a path that will
lead me to his altar.
Thereupon kneeling before him,
I shall find that you too
kneel there, pursuing also
your love for him.
What better way
to find you, my dearly beloved
than kneeling before the
altar of love himself?
Thus, I trust in him.
To him, I give my heart,
my fragile heart,
to love and praise him.
And there, in love and praise,
for him to bring
our fragile hearts
together at last.
April 2009