Veneration
He steals across the courtyard,
the ardent lover anxious to surprise,
edging ever forward,
with fiery consummation as his prize.
His blushes blossom bright and hot,
as he lays forth his course and his intent,
ever nearer to the trellises,
the shadows shrink, now no impediment.
At his zenith he is seen by all,
our blessed sphere in full display,
inviting those who would to stand in awe,
to pray, and then go safely on their way.
Copyright © Keith Bickerstaffe | Year Posted 2012
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