In deep discernment the winds did find....

A touch of gold leaned across the wooden desk
while white orchid flowers below manifest
they untied their strings and dressing robes
revealing white soft skin of pinkish rose
soft and white of a virgin's bod
a childlike icon of innocence begot

The sun her fingers danced so gracefully
across the field triumphantly
singing songs of morning light
make darkness flee till come again the night
the roses carefree spent her days
under the shades of trees and plays
across the field if you could see
the wind is like a child running down the fields of flowers all display

as he runs he laughs and throws
his arms above and further and further down he goes
the road unfolds as his feet thundering
like drums resounding
he passed the fields and stirred the body of flowers and o they spill
their tea and wine on the carpet floor
they protest but O he did ignore
at their persisting him to cease his childish score
a musical it seemed as he danced down the way
underneath the watch of the risen sun
as he rode down his feet like steed
neighed and snorted all with glee

He raced down o perpetually
across the field a vast monastery
a convent house where chimney smokes
of chores and things which in duty all provokes
in deep conviction he suppose
that he would stop for inner stirring rose
should he wander across the porch
and knock the door...
seek what's beneath and yet it seemed so sure
that a house, a simple man's abode
would like beyond the wooden brass handle door
yet he wondered what would he do
if a clergyman would respond ...and opened the door to him...

He scratched his head...(this he rustled the garden trees and flowers to unease)
as he stood upon the porch of this religious house
if God's only Begotten Son
called his name would he response
and make Him Lord, the God in his vessel a sacred home
where he would call Him, Lord God his only eternal matrimonial spouse?
Would then he dispel all things which arouse
the desire of a bachelor man to watch the redden silken blouse
which dances like the fire of flesh and man
arousing things which improper of a clergyman
O he would refuse the lips of a dancing girl
lest for a blessing or greet in reverential due
He looked and looked and leaned forward
and footsteps from a distance heard
like a prayer, like fingers running down a rosary
like Christ for true love unconditional carried the Cross on Calvary
He walked forward and then he saw
the clergyman who's face sincerely wrought with awe
etched with queries O so raw
He opened up and then he saw
the lad whose shirt and button all dirt and torn
unlike of that the one which the priest had worn

The wind his lips so dry deprived of drink of water part a quarter inch and then
the priest solemn faced asked for his name and when
he stretched his hand to ask him to come in
he leaned forward to smell the wooden floor
the familiar smell of tea and butter, mingled with soap and chore
filled the air but O for sure
his spirit stirred and then he spoke
"Wherefore this pasture fields of grapes and wine...
where man is hired for the work of his human hands?
where man can also offer his heart and soul and spirit too...
to a man whose name is above every man
indeed even more above every creation above every thing...utmost
where man's spirit is taught to stoop humble low
and consecrate himself to serve God Almighty Yahweh Lord?"
He smelt the aroma all bouquet
the work of religious theme applied
seemed like where he wanted to reside
so he held the priest's hand and walked inside...

As he walked he saw a wooden clock
upon the ceiling polished with splendid workmanship
the table laced with fine linen sewn
from hands of people...nuns perhaps but o how they were sewn!
He passed a wooden flight of steps
and walked down the wooden flooring....and...
as he walked it sounded like a prayer of contemplation clasping
upon his feet as he walked on and on
and when he did he prayed inside
that God Jesus Christ in his soul and spirit confide
if this is where he leads him then
he shall leave all he had and follow Him...to the garden where he shall work
for Christ and make his songs all praise
Him as he work in gladness, sorrow and in pain
to seek Jesus prune him day by day
and make him in likeness of the Master one happy day...
to have His promise and have His love
is precious beyond even the treasures of Kings of ages come and to come
to be dressed with splendour not of riches but of virtuous deeds
would make him glad ...and glad shall set his spirit once unease....

He looked at the pasture the backyard where he saw
a field so plenty...a harvest for God's Heavenly stores
all working all rejoicing all praising God as they worked
as he awed he saw a white cotton apron
"Will you wear it for sake of work of Christ? and abandon all which man calls pleasure and riches....of this world?"
He looked at him ...and swallowed hard
but deep within his human heart
He knelt down in a field where his groom now stands
Surrounded by marvelous crops of spring
there he stood with silver ring
placing upon his finger as he did ...as he did
He spoke with passion, want and desiring
"Here I am O Son of Man
Here I am O Lord my God
now that you have called me...
I shall lay my life for you
and work for you...and only for you...
may I pray for discernment thoroughly
for I wish to serve you steadfastly
not in perfection or distinction...Lord...
I lack in grace and I am a sinful one...
But in grace O God to work in Your grace and guide
I surrender to You Jesus Christ...behold Your virgin bride...
that I stay virgin with You by my side
that we walk for always side by side
that in Your countenance I pray to learn and grow with You beside
that in You I give myself Lord Jesus Christ..."