The Address

O lady, be not so proud in your demands Since you trained me to love alone And He trained me to be content While I plead for water from a stone. You have despised me, Left me nothing but your closed ended statements, Confiscated every property I held in safety until your return; You have denounced me to the world, And saw not how the world Rushed in like a sea to take your place; Nor how I bereft of my true pearl Turned from the salty world With silence and grace. And now you would proclaim Against all deceny of shame Against all penitence, the right to blame: That you so loved were never loved. And I still in wonder Stand amaze, For I cannot worship this flawed pride, Nor ever will worship any but God, Despite of how deeply this love my core divide. Nor, think not that I surrender To the whim and caprice of all authority Just because I cry my tears in privacy. I love the rainbows of my broken heart. I am ruled by none, Except He who rules all boundlessly. When you come home Be nothing more than mortal then, And you shall find I am too A mortal that is your one immortal friend. You will need me When your manipulated pride unveils The greater jealousy was not yours But those who played you unlike Orpheus Fluting your vengeance into grief.