Begs the Question

I feel the tender bondage of our love
When our hands folded together
On our first mountain under a sky of slate...
Is this how Jesus felt when Judas kissed Him
when He felt the lips on His face
Wet with sweat and sealing His fate?
With the other disciples were the angels crying:
moaning hollow thunder across the lonely hills...
From Heaven was there automatic forgiveness
without even a glimmer or hint of hate?
Did He think as his friend leaned close:
"Your sins are killing me..."
Salvation surprises me like a sudden spring snow
If I am just willing to let go, willing to be free.
I'm learning what my Grandfather already knows...
Wind through the Gethsamene garden and trees
(Soft like the wings of a butterfly my heartbeat slows.)
Sounds like Pilate's uncertain sigh of relief
One part worry and three parts belief...
In my own spirit I hear it and I am overcome.
(Gold paper cut to make the shape of a tear or a leaf.)
Mist from Holy Water burns my lungs...
Get me out of this garden, I cannot breathe,
This fog I am fighting through is as thick as fear
Until Two are One I cannot stay, I cannot leave;
We cannot fight the future until it is here.
Leaning over, lips gently kiss, then
Words from a whisper widen to a wish,
and cannot wait to say, "I love you so much."
The circles of our own eternals have touched.
To the flat figure eight we make of our love
We add dimension, decision, and ambition:
Then your circle bends onto mine
and my circle blends with yours, entwined...
The wood ladle filled with well water
                      before she withdrew it,
Spilt from God's cup, this is our infinity--
This Present is our Gift
and a ribbon runs through it...

3.1.2006