Glory

Somewhere between the sun rising
and the night receding
you
appear in my mind
you
walk into my semi-consciousness

When the sky becomes lighter black
less all consumingly dark
you
return me to spaces I've left

you
Its always you
never has anyone invaded my judgement
been inside the thing I hold sacred: my understanding
my ability to reason
not compromising
made exceedingly clear

Love doesn't make me illogical
it focuses me
it drives me singularly

In the spaces of less black
For a few moments
we dance
you lead often
but not for long
like a painting
unfolding in the mind of the creative
you become that which is under my will
or His
you willingly embody
submit
to everything I've said and done
every demonstration
of undying affection
of unending commitment
of enduring desire
of infinite beauty

You and I become we
in the hours before the sun rises
Before God adorns the sky with the love He has for His children
by raising the sun again
By offering us another day
He offers me another dream
Dreams that give me hope
Dreams deferred aren't dreams denied
Glory doesn't come in the immediate
but in the stead fast
the unmovable
the sure of foot
and sure of character
Glory