Where Hope Lives

In the space where your name
falls softly over my lips
when waves crash up on the shores
and tears roll down my cheeks
racing for hair lines

In the space where your face brings me to the brink
tosses me from the cliff
wind catching my body, falling
falling through time and love
convulsion and prayer

When your hips bring me pleasure
and the mere thought of you
above me, meekly with a dash of shy
lowering your body to meet me
causes your name to caress my tongue
in the same way I wish to caress your body

When my mind bursts with color and the only word I can utter
is to call to you
in the distance
in the future when the full measure of what we are can exist
in the present when I'm believing for the promise
with not insight into how my God will do it
but standing on the fact that His promises do not return void

The tide recedes and the only thing I'm left with is
A desperate prayer, tearfully whispered
"I want my wife."
and that small still voice says
"You will have her."
That...that is what I cling to.
That is where hope lives eternal.