Today, after the music, I offer a poem without commentary. Poems tell stories. They invite you to ask, "How does this speak to me?" more than, "What did he ~ or she ~ mean by this?" I invite you to read the poem slowly two or three times, pausing between readings to reflect, and to read it a last time slowly, again allowing space to contemplate afterward.
Drinking from the Fount of Pure Delight I would faint, I am sure, Did not you meet me here And I you too And did we not share much like this ~ Such flow of Grace, I cannot tell! ~ Would surely die So I, inside, truly would too. But in silence and word Our one heartbeat beating To one tune does play While together we imbibe again in this place. And as scent does speak of that touched, I leave with your light upon my face ~ A reflected shine and life within mortal clay ~ Thus not to faint, renewed once more, renewed like this day by day. This fleeting time light does decline While shadows lengthen toward the night Wherein, if I live with you now, I shall be held within the One here my heart did most adore.
*Brian K. Wilcox. "Your Light Upon My Face." July 2007.
*Use of photography is allowed accompanied by credit given to Brian K. Wilcox and title and place of photograph.
*Brian's book, An Ache for Union: Poems on Oneness with God through Love, can be ordered through major online booksellers or the publisher AuthorHouse.
