Meeting the Beloved

Jan. 21, 2011

There are moments, I suppose

When like a well-oiled machine

Life runs smoothly in its grooves.

But rare the winged peace descends

And earthly bodies touched uplift

With wonder as the awakened soul

Unveils a moment and the gods

Are glimpsed, heart responds to heart

And all the centuries of doubt

Dispelled when love and lover meet.