This Love Everlasting

I am a child of thine.
Why must we speak a name of thee?
Casting thy name into the molds of words,
uttering forth swords and spears as each impales us;
every prayer upon this our own gilded image.

In truth such thoughts ache these bones.
A weary and tireless mind aged these sinews
sixty years in one winter, in search of thy will.
Cherish every tear that doesn't fall
to garnish the deep well of distraction
filled to the brim with a season gone by.

Atop this summit we arrive at last and you are still.
Amongst trials I must dance to the cadence of passing time
awaiting ever the first threshold steps, striving
for stillness; singing the song of the starry eight.
Their testament whole shall we be. Long
last sunrise where I may know thine
arms, thy numinous scent; you pour through
and o'erwhelm these senses with what
it is you are and ever will be
with me. This love everlasting.