Sacrament of Dying Dreams
Under this baldachin of pale blue glory,
the tide as priest offers my sacrifice
and carries it far away from the altar
of your heart. I will not profane your
innocence. Yet the wordless liturgy of your
mahogany eyes carves deep into my wooden
soul, the proclamation of a gospel that I dare not
hope in, dare not believe, dare not surrender
all the security of my miserable comfort to.
Your love speaks to me like God: in silence.
My soul remains a granite monument to
dying dreams, unmoving against
the persistent waves of longing, afraid
to believe in the sacrament of your love.
I am not worthy to receive you. Prayer
alone can keep my heart alive and fill me
with the hope of love's miracle, where
angels sing the song of our first and
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