Joyful Intimacy 

Let me not mimic our coming together this day:
A lover’s desire, over-anxious in waiting
wedged between promise and fulfilment,
lets presumption’s sway substitute
some concrete ritual in its place.

You come, knock at your lover’s door,
there hear presumptions din 
the door closed to Your face.
Astounded, You turn away
shedding tears of grief.

O Ìosa Crìost let this never be again,
resurrect in joyful silence my waiting;
my door wide open to Your embrace
assured to feel Your breath on my face.

© Craig A Roberts, 2023

From Waymarks: Pilgrim Journeys.
Open Access Online

Ìosa Crìost Scots Gaelic for Jesus Christ.

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