Once I was a bud. Solid, tightly closed, safe
Pip, heart, seed, in the centre hidden
Beneath layers of ever-increasing budding growth
Layers of outer softer growth
Secretly ever concealing and protecting my core
Whilst being perfectly, outwardly bud for all.
Then He comes to me . . . through spring
Beckoning me, teasing me open
I’m in fear of no more being me;
A bud I so know how to be.
Layers ever renewing, regenerating strength
Whilst protecting the precious, fragile, perfect heart within
Hidden. Sacredly privately being
Stored safely away, in a safe place
He then. . . takes all my buddingness away from me
One safe leafy layer at a time
His fingers barely touch the bud soft flesh
But like magic under His spell . . .
The bud in apprehensive, though unstoppable wonderment unfurls
She flowers. So bright and bold and Beautiful and True . . . then all the petals fall
Leaving nothing . . . but i n v i s i b l e
Where . . .
. . . He strolls with me blithely through the garden
He weaves the flowers through my hair
Their spirals are but kernels of His knowledge unfurling.
Undressing me, He reveals and delights in my skin so bare
And yet there is nakedness nowhere . . . to be seen
And there He Loves me. He fills me with His peace
He Loves me again and again.
He makes warm Love to me with the sunshine
He kisses me all over with the rain
He traces and caresses my body in the grass
He strolls bare foot with me through the garden
He lays carefree with me in meadows wild
There in summers trace we sleep like child.
I in His temple, He in mine.
He pulls me close through every storm
He cares away inflicted grief
By fire’s hearth He keeps me warm
He dreams with me from dusk to dawn.
He courts me with playful dancing skies
Reveals His Love before my eyes . . . He inspires me.
He proposes to me with diamond set heavens
He marries me in His Cathedral of trees
He honey moons my every Eve
Impregnates me with belief.
He replenishes my soul with no restrain
It is here I am renewed to Love the world
It is here He makes Love with infinite Love
Again . . . and again . . . and again.
T’is here from bud I became.