Repose

My god and I would travel miles

To worship at your feet

To rest my starving, trembling hand

On your leg – you feel the secret tongue of my hand,

Dissolving in these eyes of heat??

The animal that ends my arm

The beast you do not see but feel

Your real, singing thigh can calm

For in your heart I’ve found my meet.

I travel will in any year

In any day or hour

I travel will to any land

To give you this white flower.

And even if the wait is bland

Our ride for but an hour

I’ll sit down by your blessed side

And rest my starving, trembling hand.