Of a narrative borne generations ago
Where intimacy was a luscious fruit
Afforded your soul
Human bonded to human
So intricately that it blooms the
fragrance of God.
Tethered to the Divine
We search both heaven and hell
To reap the rewards of a union
Gone astray
A prophecy where we become one heart
Where the heavens become silent
In the presence of such grace.
The storms won’t stop coming until we stop searching the
Realms of existence for what we think lies outside of us,
The narrative is within us.
A fragrance so otherworldly
An intimacy so Divine.
A prophecy where we are all one finally fulfilled.