Obedience

You have had my yes
for years–
and I have had yours
since the sun, the seashells, and the storms at sea.

But now, ah…you and I
are more than yes.
As time moves with, within, and around,
this yes of ours takes on wings, takes on colors I never imagined,
challenges that strengthen and soften me,
glory that stills me, stirs me, extends and opens me.

It becomes a murmur of love that we share.
Love that frees me and compells me
to choose you again and yet again…
that I might respond as I wish to respond…
openly, knowingly,
even a little mysteriously…

as the bush in the desert responded to flame.

c. MperiodPress