In the beginning was the word and every word was you
As love turned flesh among us and reality came true.
Eternity burst open like a sinner’s door to heaven.
Our hands became the blasphemy of lovers, and reached through.
My hand became a crown above the promise of your head.
I love you and a night’s enough to tell you that I do.
If you don’t come tonight, may God forsake me like a father,
Sharpen the sickle moon into a blade, and run me through.
Come now. If not, a priest’s son will find gear enough for travel.
Whatever road of rock I walk, my heart will be my shoe.