The sun in his solitude, glowing above,
Called out to the moon, “Come hither, my love!
The sky is too vacant, to share it I’m pining.
We could fill all the heaven with both of our shining.”
But the moon she was bashful and fled from daylight
And hid in her refuge of comfort, the night.
The stars in their silvery radiance shone
But none were her equal, and she was alone.
By the shore waits a youth full of yearning who craves
The embrace of his darling who dwells o’er the waves.
Her letters are graceful and full of devotion,
But long has it been since the last crossed the ocean.
The dreams of the life that together they’d spend
With the dread of inconstancy ever contend.
One constant remains: that’s the ache of his heart
And a curse upon Fate that they ever did part.
The earth is alive with desire for the sky;
She pants for the kisses he drops from on high:
The torrent of passion he sends in a shower
To make her frame bristle with verdure and flower.
But the sky is stretched thin and routinely refrains
(In fatigue from his duty) from sending the rains.
He gives her the sunshine but leaves her without
The downpour she craves; she grows arid with drought.
A princess who’s fairer than all in the land –
Throngs of royals, nobility asked for her hand.
But she spurned all of those of her class and her tribe.
Her heart has one owner: a lowly young scribe.
“Let’s elope to a neighboring country,” she’d cry.
“We’d be safe from the wrath of the king we’d defy.”
But feeling unfit to provide for her need
And unworthy of love, he cannot accede.
The maelstrom of suffering, sin, and despair
Moved the pity of God to enact a repair.
Reviving humanity, sending His Son
To save all our souls and make evil undone.
He declared as His mission that none of our race
Exceeded the transforming grasp of His grace.
He taught and did healing, He scourged and He pardoned
He melted the hearts of great sinners most hardened.
He lived the Example as best as He could,
So they seized Him and flogged Him and nailed Him to wood.
