Love’s Paradox II

Morning dew has glazed my emotions. I’m intoxicated with

Afflatus. She has infused my psyche unto panic and fear, for

Her beauty is majestic, causing the soul to ache in sorrow.

I love, divided in spirit, falling upon the cobblestones of

Christ. My agony is an ancient motif, shades of confliction,

An antique paradox. Someone awaken my logic. I’m smitten

With uncertainty, kneeling at the altar, making supplication

To love. This intensity is the texture of misery, but oh what I

Would give nurture sadness. Such contradiction is the essence

Of reality, the call of Spirit, where even Logos wept. Thus my

Soul is knotted, writhing in ambiguity. But I adore the emotion

Of vagueness. It’s the splendor of Immaculate Conception,

The glory of a still small voice, and the touch of prophecy.

It’s the valley of faith, where worship is a vibrant pulsation.