As a deer pants for flowing streams...

Upon a solitary hill
where the hair is gold
braided with flowers which were rich in colour and flavor
there reigns the peace of my True Love

His love is like summer
warm and beautiful
much more temperate
as He strums the strings of lyre and harp as He walks
His feet would strum them chord for chord
with each rhythm as heavenly as the other
He walks with grace and poise
in the silence I heard a gracious noise
a musical piece beyond all measure
Jesus Christ the Lord...His presence is my pleasure

the sunflower whose bodice was yellow...o how yellow it was
radiant like the sweet current fruit of the sun
she hovers over to see the Lord walking
His handsome face so beautiful...pleasant to look at
all turn to gaze at Him
and what great awe He is....

the trees they rain a scattering praise of red flowers
all spilling across where He walked
and His smile grew wide and warm
His hand firm- a rod and staff
shepherding a flock of white sheep
whose bleat were in unison praising God

wherefore You are
there travels a shining star
wherefore He travels sorrow turns to joy
seasons pass without sleeping
the day passes without weeping
and the fields are always reaping

O Lord where You are
I wish to follow
for where shall I trod
if not by You O God
You are my solace
my rest and my comfort

if I look into His eyes
there is eternal flourish of paradise
O what kindness radiates
from His Heavenly eyes
they are the deepest shade of spring hue
of river green and a touch of blue

within those Heavenly eyes
Those Heavenly gaze
I see eternal glory shining for endless days

His smile grew wide
and a fire sparked inside
my heart
He held out His hand
and drew out to hold mine
I hung my head
knelt down
where my head rightfully should
for my sins are dirt
which I wear in despise for my sins are numerous
I am creature weak and my spirit forlorn

Wherefore shall I find comfort
save for Your arms, O God, my true Love?

O Jesus I love you with a passionate love
I yearn to hold You
to have You hold me close
in intimate fashion
and with much hope I yearn to have You
lean close to me
that I may hear Your loving whispers
of Your generous love
to hear the heart beat of Your Holy Vessel
O Lord what kind of a tabernacle am I?

and yet You grace me with the honor to carry You
in me!
What great love You have given me!

The flowers swayed back and forth
beneath the shade of this great golden light
as He breathed the creatures which stood ground
on spring grown bodies
withdrew
and took to air

with great awe...
You brushed your lips
close to mine...
O spirit faint!
You would touch mine own lips
stained in sin?
Yet Your Holy lips
word of God...chaste and gracious
would touch mine?
I would surely lean close...and yield at the same time
for I would want to drink the Heavenly wine
which is tucked between the deep chalice ---the bed of roses which cups the flowing streams

O Lord my God if You would embrace me with both Your arms
I would then say
I submit my all to You
as I rightly should...

Let my head rest in Your breast
and hear the beat of Your heart
I yearn to hear Your breathing
to smell the incense, the perfume
which comes forth from Your body
O Lord I yearn to taste Your flesh and drink of Your blood

You are like the colours of the roses
whose red currant waters run its course deep in its blood vessels
so as close I would yearn to be
with You...

Hold me close and satisfy this thirst
I have...for You....