LOVE AT MIDNIGHT

When love came calling 
You were not at home
What a pity.

You asked for me, longed for me
And now that I am here
You are not at home
How sad.

You desired me without hope
You wanted me without patience 
You waited without faith.

But I am love, true love,
Patient, long-suffering, and kind
I seek not my own 
But to love unconstitutionally.

So I’ll be waiting for your return,
From that distant land of despair,
I will remain steadfast and unmovable.

Until desire inflames your heart
And faith walks you back 
Into my loving arms. 

Wilford Barker.