Teach Me

Teach me of goodness, My Lover,

For mine eyes have never seen

The gravitational net to spread

To capture the orbiting beam.

Teach me of love, My Goodness.

Let the formulae fully tell

Of the beauty that dwells in your heavenly orbs,

And banish the enemy’s hells.

Come, let us rest together,

In peace on Shiloh’s hills,

I will move over, and turn for you

The cold side of the pillows.

-jenn long