Showing posts with label union. Show all posts
Showing posts with label union. Show all posts

Monday, July 13, 2020

Original Intent

Original Intent

 

Rush from the moment

woke to rib removed

there you were watching

reflected part of me

 

Gaze upon one another

curves and peaks discover

no shame in curiosity uncovered

knowing what parts removed

 

Gift of companionship and lover

union before the Fall

no greater or lesser between

walk in cool with God each day

 

Tend the Garden

of the other's soul

intimacy in another realm

flow of together in bliss

 

Other worldly covering

transparent beyond vision

synced in harmony

freedom to love and be loved

 

Poem 20-184z

#highplainspoet, #westernnebraskathoughtsandlife, relationship, intimacy, union, restoration, reconciliation

 

Trying to imagine what Adam and Eve's relationship was before the Fall. Then further, what does redemption from the curse of the Fall look like for us. Since Jesus redeemed us from the curse, what parts of Eden are available to us today. What parts of intimacy have been redeemed and reclaimed, living beyond Genesis 3 in redemption.


Saturday, February 1, 2020

Pulse

Where our sins are forgiven
freedom emminates
As pulses of heart throb
in each other's veins

Poem 20-032x
Perhaps a building block for a longer poem.
#highplainspoet, #westernnebraskthougthsandlife, love, marriage, relationship, union, oneness, spiritual



Sunday, April 9, 2017

Dance with Me

     Dance with Me

Take up my invitation
Take the step
Co-labor in My creation
Follow My lead

Give and take in the dance
Fluid motion melding together
Gaze in My eyes risk the glance
Union purges and merges


About the Author:  Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet. (17-092Z)

Saturday, November 12, 2016

Feathery Clouds

          Feathery Clouds

Clear morning sky
Solitary feathery cloud
Horizontally hangs
Fleshy skin pinkish red

Lover in red dress
Pinkish lips full
Inviting the dare
To press my lips to hers

Crash together
Pieces sluff off
Shedding of old
New maturity and growth

Edges soften
Where one ends
And another begins
Continually woven

Twenty eight years
From day we wed
Wake to beauty beside me
Fully feminine, fully different

Mystery of union
Becoming
Two complete individuals
In union

As become more complete
More to give
Expanded ability to receive
Transformation radiates

Dynamic movement
Willing exposure
Deeper connection
So much still to explore

About the Author:  Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet.
(16-315B)

Thursday, November 10, 2016

Feathery Clouds

          Feathery Clouds

Clear morning sky
Solitary feathery cloud
Horizontally hangs
Fleshy skin pinkish red

Lover in red dress
Pinkish lips full
Inviting the dare
To press my lips to hers

Crash together
Pieces sluff off
Shedding of old
New maturity and growth

Edges soften
Where one ends
And another begins
Continually woven

Twenty eight years
From day we wed
Wake to beauty beside me
Fully feminine, fully different

Mystery of union
Becoming
Two complete individuals
In union

As become more complete
More to give
Expanded ability to receive
Transformation radiates

Dynamic movement
Willing exposure
Deeper connection
So much still to explore

About the Author:  Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet.
(16-315B)