My Desire

For you are my friend, I long To bring you some Imperishable gift of beauty. Something glowing and warm, like the coals of wild fire. Something as cool and sweet as lilies of desire. Something as restful and clean, as smooth white sheets at night When one is so very tired. Something with the taste of Spring water from high places Or like tang of cool purple grapes to the mouth but O friend I desire, For I cannot buy such gifts for you, come go with me Out into the little ever green fields of living, and let us gather in our baskets, like manna, from God's gift to us the down pouring, exquisite beauty of life itself