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Wait until love is ready –
do not stir, or awaken love until it is time,
Daughters of Now.

For mine is a lover of ages;
he is a man from the beginning of Time
through the end of Time,
and my call is one of patience.

I will wait to stir until my love is ready;
I will wait for my love until he stirs;
my left hand is behind his head,
and my right arm embraces him.

Yet I wait

I look for you but do not see;
the pounding of my heavy footfall
does nothing to draw you close;
instead, you fly like the blue jay

from the branch

as I watch from below, standing, waiting.

I search, backtracking, trying to erase the frightening sound,
but you are already far off over the mountain.

So I wait, and I will wait,
a shepherd for her lamb,
a lamb for her rescuer
I wait for you,
for us, in the garden;
you are worth my patience,

and we are worth the energy it takes

to choose love each time, every time.

I look for you
and know your cheek will touch mine again;
soon I will drink, I will breathe you in again.

In the spirit of prayer
I wait for you in our garden
while myriad antagonistic circumstances thwart our reunion;
daily toil keeps you in the village,
and young garden nymphs conspire to wear me out long before evening.
By nightfall the pomegranate halves beneath my veil run pale,
and your radiant and ruddy cheeks have become over-ripe.

And so we retire long after the day has cooled and the shadows lengthened,
one after the other;
but we wake together, both in the garden,
to begin again, in the heat and in the shadow,
our playful delight in Love’s sweetness.