A Prayer ~ A Litany ~ Our Time Together
April Poetry Month ~ Poem 16
That we might be as one without offense.
That we might discover between us
Something of God and of man without pretense.
That we might overcome the snares, the pitfalls
To which we, as man, as woman
Are mortal heirs.
Let not the claims of desire
Become disguised as need.
Let not the better intention
Fall before our innate weakness.
The night will come,
When we must know ourselves
Even in darkness.
Let us not come away weeping
For shame or despair without defense
I would that of our final moments
We would cherish our knowing
And rejoice in our having been.