I PRAY FOR THIS WOMAN
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I pray for this woman
that her beauty
may return to You,
a drop of clean rain water
falling into a clear pool;
a fragrant rose
falling unto
the fragrant earth.
May she think of You
as lover thinks always
of lover
and whisper, "My Beloved,"
in the garden of her heart
which is Yours:
and You her sunshine;
You her rain and wind.
So shall the sun
turn twofold and green
and arise in her overflowing
eyes.
So shall the white moon
shine serenely in her
slow and sensitive smile.

Image: © Blake Steele 2010
Poem © Blake Steele 1996