Wander
Let us wander while we can, not ply
our thoughts of love with heaviness awry
involving contemplation more than thy
sweet face upon horizons rolling sky.
Oh spirit of my feeling you are why,
I see in all my space within my eye,
thy being in convention, not deny.
I feel thy love within me, not outcry ~
But silent, as to hovering's imply,
nor capturing its grazing its abide,
I feel thy love not wandering but inside
as all the earth could move thee would reside ~
Within ~ and wander then with faith's confide
to thy abode with hope forgetting pride,
I wander in consent of needs I've tried,
to mercy's harness of restraintful hide.
You wander, like some gale storm from my side,
in some rejections's mind-set still applied
by my resolve, not thine, concern still shied,
that God did wander into to remind ~
True love can never wander too far tied,
then keeps a cord between some bona fide
enactment ~ still, awaiting, verified ~
yet loose to wander freely, not complied.
The soul in oneness also can't divide
its wandering from God ~ love justified!
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