Today's poem is a metaphor, and it was written during a past relationship. It's how I felt about who I was before I realized that I am important enough to be loved. I want to share it, because, well, I sort of like it, and because I deserve to have this kind of adoration for myself not just given of myself. In the past, the narrator would have been me. Now, the narrator is speaking to me. Oh yeah.
Kneeling at the Altar of You
In the morning when dawn glistens on your brow
I want to drown in your raining dew
I want to taste your life on my upturned face
In the warmth of the afternoon, I want to lie beneath you
And let the ripeness of your shade caress me
And your shadows play on my body as if lace
In the darkness, I want to cling to your sturdiness
Safe in the temperate movement of your strength
I want to sway to the music of your unending pace
In the spring, I want to watch as your passion bursts forth
I want to be the one who catches the pollen that you shed on the wind
I am the one who will let you blow free
I long to climb into the upper most reaches of you
And entwine myself in your wide reaching branches
My desire is for you to reach beyond your hard blindness and to see me
I can dream of you
But you stand rooted in your world
While I can do nothing but walk under your glory
I see your face on the seacoast and on the high mountain slopes
I hear the whisper of your voice in the rustle of leaves from the low wetlands to the high, dry mesas
I want the wisdom of your years to flood my inner being
Let my youth bend you
Let my softness touch the roughness of you
Let my limbs move you
Let me catch your seed as it drops from your heights
If I planted your slow growing heart in the privacy of my soul
Would you grow into my life?
And if I light the flame
Will you burn for me
Or will the heat of my praise
Smolder and die away?
And if I kneel before you
Would you grace me with your love?
I bow before you in amazement
And ask for a moment of your existence.