Divine Intimacy
Love, now
With the end nearing
Of this dated form
Called mine,
You increase! (Your blessed
Virus taking firmer hold);
Ah! If all the countless
Ails of this world were
So dear…and the many
Abrasions so warmly salved
As by Your gracing,
Then would the naysayer
(Dissenter from God and faith)
Say, You, Love, are greater,
And, apparently, greater still
Even in death—
But, alas, one cannot tell
Such an intimate as ours
Divine; for such intimacy
Is impossible by design
And to the doubtful
Without his or her hand
In the wound
One cannot begin
To define…
Copyright © Joe Dimino | Year Posted 2016
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