The Lover of My Soul iii In Disguise

Why wear a sword?
Its blade looking for trouble,
restless with life and fire;
the two edges of love

Why thunder?
A prelude, a drum roll
announcing the love
that silences us?

Do you train thieves
to manoeuvre the dark?
To catch us unaware, just
to say, ‘I will never leave you’?

Father, why the knife?
Are you here to wound me?
To prune, jealous for fruit?
If so. Maranatha.