The Icon

There was an icon I saw 
week after week.  
He loved her so.  
As she declined, 
he lovingly brought her,
Sunday after Sunday,
leaning upon his arm 
to the rail 
to receive 
the love that is all love.  

As he loved her, I saw.
As He loves me, I too 
love my beloved. 
In a different way, yet still
in need of my love. 
Week after week 
I bring my beloved 
to this same rail
to receive
the love that is all love.

November 2015