Part 1: Celebration of the Wedding Bed!

I sit this night glorious night one a.m. ponder, turn look , your bed my bed our bed - to be sheets, pillow I dream red stand by the angels protecting the dresser with a glass red wine my last night confess there in rooms my heart holding (past) in arms alone no more your bed our bed much more though. some may say a man’s desire mortal - flesh but not so your bed - our bed a kingdom my castle, flowing. to know - that is desire; it’s center known and found. as we glance, peculiar in Eden’s crown naked, trace the thread of passion from dust to rib to other halves in pain we live for love what greater deed sacrifice fight cane’s seed Abel’s right the blind escaping un righteous night consumed we are in rooms will be and are newly clothed HE celebrates sees not past nor secret place but Christ and spirit O’ God of grace