A Fling with the Divine

I rarely accept the marriage proposal
Whispered from the Divine
A proposal asked over and over again
The few times I allow myself to hear it,
There is a chance that I may,
in a fit of insanity, say yes.

But when I return to my little world
To make the preparations
I forget the reality of that intense love
When I acquiesced.
Eventually, I return to the sanctuary
Calculated to miss the promised time
Having forgotten about the ceremony
And the Beloved must start over again.

My preference is to arrange
A fling with the Divine
I have secretly married my little world,
Vainly believing I have foiled the Supreme
I arrange discreet encounters
When I have a moment to spare

I convince myself it’s not my fault
That our relationship is not fulfilling
Because the Beloved
Hasn’t succumbed to the dictates
Of my terms.

I have lost count of the promises I have made,
When in the midst of your embrace.
Yet, in a blink of an eye
I have already forgotten

I pray that some day I will realize
That the separation between
The Divine and my little world
Is merely my own illusion
And unbounded love and joy
Are mine for the taking
When I walk down that aisle
And say, “I do”.