Fully Clothed

Ah, Love, you come; all confusion suddenly grows calm, and all I thought within me dead arises with new life. I am enraptured, surrounded by your divine presence; eternity seems hushed and still, and time and space suspended before thy probing rays. I cleanse my soul in your absolving stream, and I grow aware beneath your penetrating light. I am known-- and Love will during me into knowing both myself and you. I cast away all caution; I abandon my soul to your gentle wooing, stripped of all pretension. My naked spirit goes laughing before you, for to be known is to be fully clothed. Copyright, 1987, Faye Gibson