(untitled poem for Rachel)

A few simple words yet
covenantal engagement springs—
of mutual submission
new revelation by nature.

This record is scratched,
the needle slips deep
into the groove, familiar
sound becomes drone.

But I’ve no need for a mantra
an alibi perhaps
for letting it play so long
on only one note—

every metaphor now
a ratio for resistance.
All words skip to
one syllable.

But one syllable is
all that is necessary
to convey meaning:
“God” and “love”

the greatest of clichés
separate the infinite span.
There is now no limited
resource, nor night and day.

Let none tear apart
what they make complete—
sound and Word
move creation

with one goal in mind
to be made wholly, delight
take this ring and
be my wife