Home . . . come

Home . . . come

there is a flame

that burns

in the deepest recess of my heart

and it burns for you,

waiting for you

lighting your pathway home

the child within me

sits in solace

quietly praying

for your safe return

that i may hold you again

in the embrace

of the Holy

the Angels dare not make a sound

for the reverence

of this sacred moment

which holds all eternity

calls forth but a word

a voice

only God himself may speak

and we await pensively

for that utterance of praise

when the Bride and her Groom

are reunited

in the chamber of matrimonious union

as my Brother Solomon once said

thy Breast, my Love are Comely

and i long to lay my head

and listen to the Universal rhythms

of thy heartbeat

as it speaks and confirms

the truth of our oneness

images of long ago

sweet memories

still dance

and dominate my thoughts,

for consciousness

of your “here-ness”

is all i desire

so long have i longed

to feel thy gentle touch

upon my skin of my reality

that it may dispel these delusions

yes, delusions i have created

to keep me company,

delusions that you

have never left me

i had to deny this truth

to maintain my sanity

it is not vanity

but my “Vain-ness”

that does adorn my house,

that which whispers questions

offering a confirmation

while seeking an affirmation

that i do deserve thee

but truth of the Light to be told

“I NEED THEE”

to complete me,

and fulfill the cup of my dreams

that i may drink again

from that fountain of love

borne in the Womb of Creation,

in you

i have kept the lantern of hope burning

for surely if i am not diligent

darkness would consume me . . .

again

i abide in this whirlpool of convolution

with my loins afire

with this burning desire

and a relentless passion

that again we will consummate

our union

before the throne

which is seated

in the Garden of the Divine

this is the Sweet Fruit

that of a Soul fulfilled

where the Harvest is never ending

and thy sweet nectar of bliss

shall again drip

from my lips

and you shall feed that need

for me to plant my seed

of the divine

i shall plant them

in the furrows of thy goodness

the “IS”-ness

where the Children of Sovereignty are Borne

spawned in spite of

that which comes

to claim the hopes of man

and i a Retired Warrior

now sit in this Silence

listening for your Foot Steps .. .

i know them well

for each foot print of anticipation

is indelibly etched in my heart

as i sit here

on the edges of sunshine

cloaking myself with Dreams

Visions

Prayers

and other Supplications

to Creation

and He who holds all things

i keep this Flame

for i am the “Keeper”

of that “Eternal Light”

within me

and each Heart Beat

each Breath

confirms that it is so

as i await your presence

your return

Home . . .  Come

(c) 31 December 2011 : William S. Peters, Sr.