Bhakti, in progress.
They asked me to place you at the alter, so I couldn’t reach,
but I told them I wouldn’t.
rude, petty remarks followed.
But here you are sitting with me, under this Jasmine tree.
They can’t see you the way I do — down to earth, proud, kind — all in one,
but that’s what makes it so much better.
Questions and Answers on insecurities, asked and told,
you promised to stay with me and me alone.
They, your people, now ours,
can’t grasp the divine and truthful relationship we share.
It’s ours to hold and ours to keep,
ours to mould and ours to embody.