Face to face in your gardens I come. lets us go to the fields and browse among the lilies!
Let us taste the nectar of tulips and respond to the songs of the trees and mountains with a dance.
Let us run to the mountains of spice and roll down until the infusion of the scents becomes one with our garments.
let us run to the fountain; lead me to your deeps. The river flowing beneath your fathers throne
perhaps we can whisper his name and wait as our echo is heard from beneath sea glass?
Lets us hold hands, drink the ancient wine from this vineyard and shout the majestic name of your father, my father from the Zion mountain.
Your name,a perfume poured out to nations, let it pour like rain right now, right here as you hold me.I love the taste of it
The bright morning star, you have tenderized my heart with your countenance.love awakened is heart surrendered to love himself.
You my love, in your garden you have won my heart forever!
Yours Ann.W
© 2004 Ann Wangari
