|On your engagement let the angels
Now let clouds of angels fill the air!
You may think your pledge a mundane thing;
One word of love and angels hover there!
Unborn children wait upon your breath,
Reaching past the hundredth generation,
Even as you touch souls wrapped in death,
Now equal sharers in your celebration.
Give yourselves to mutual delight;
All things come to being out of love.
God said love: Behold, and there was light!
Even so shall you vast spirits move.
May all spirits join you in your joy,
Each rapt in occult pleasure as you toy,
Needing your sweet love to fully be,
Though happy far beyond your ecstasy.
Copyright by Nicholas Gordon